Before you can protest any further, your companions dig in...

YOU:

...wait...

...please?


...With relish.

You abruptly forget even your initial worry that this "food" might not be safe for your impromptu allies.

At this microscopic scale...or whatever it is...you found it so easy to detach yourself from where you were.

You knew what it was.

You knew what these beings thrived on.

It was all just too alien to come to grips with, for better or for worse.

You had long come to see these beings as only "people," however strangely they might be shaped.

But right now, as you watch them strip the putrid flesh from a bloated mockery of your own face...

...All you see are things.