THE TEMPLE
ENTER THE CONTAINMENT ZONE
LOOK UPON THE FACADE. IT IS A MOUTH. THE DOORS OPEN INWARD ONLY.
WE GATHER HERE UNDER THE NEON SUN TO OFFER OUR ARTERIES TO THE GREAT RED SPIRIT.
CURRENT STATUS: WAITING LIST IS ETERNAL.
THE FLESH
BODY OF THE BIRD
IT IS NOT MEAT. IT IS BIOLOGICAL MANNA.
DIP IT IN THE SAUCE. THE CAMPFIRE SMOKE MASKS THE SCENT OF THE SOUL.
EAT. EAT UNTIL THE CHAIR BREAKS.
THE SCREAM
OBEY
HEAR THE CHANT.
"RED ROBIN..."
...AND THE VOID RESPONDS...
YUMMM
we are all just potatoes waiting to be fried