Stranger: Hello. Um, do you know, well, where the butcher's is?
Soem: Why do you want to know?
Stranger: This might sound a bit silly, but my daughter went to the butcher's and she didn't come back.
(Soem frowns)
Soem: How do you know that your daughter went to the butcher's if you don't know where the butcher's is?
Stranger: She told me so.
Soem: Just so you know, the butcher can kill you faster than you realise. If you try to steal anything, the butcher will butcher your meat. Human flesh tastes amazing, in case you don't know.
(Stranger nods, smiling)
Stranger: I know. About the butcher, I mean. Not the human flesh part.
(Soem narrows his eyes)
Soem: I'll go with you just to see that you aren't lying. You better not steal anything.
Stranger: I won't.
At The Butcher's
Stranger: Hello, Butcher. Do you know where my daughter is?
Butcher: Who are you?
Stranger: My name is Stranger. My daughter is named Daughter.
(Soem coughs and taps his fingers on the table)
Soem: I—
(Soem freezes and his limbs collapse in on himself. When he gets up again, the movements look strangely robotic)
Soem: I would like a—lamb leg—no, a horse rib—no, I want the finest meat you have.
Butcher: All of our meat is fine.
Soem: (determined) Then I shall require the finest of them all.
(Butcher moves to behind the front table)
Butcher: Please wait a moment. Cash, credit, or check?
(Stranger looks irritatedly at Soem)
Stranger: What are you buying meat for? We're looking for my daughter.
(Soem looks uncaringly at him)
Soem: So? I'm hungry. Can't a puppet get some food? (Mutters angrily).
Stranger: Fine. Just don't interrupt me again.
Soem: Fine. (Louder) Cash, please. I would like to pay in cash.
(Butcher returns, holding strips of meat)
Butcher: This is our finest meat. That'll be a hundred and twenty-four quid.
Soem: (muttering) A hundred and twenty-four pounds.
(He hands a hundred and twenty-three quid to Butcher).
Butcher: (not counting the money) You're missing one quid.
Soem: Oh, am I?
Stranger: Please just get on with this so that we can find my daughter.
Butcher: (looking up) You said her name was Daughter, right?
Stranger: Yes.
(Butcher smiles in delight)
Butcher: (smiling) Then you'll especially enjoy this meat.
Stranger: Why?
Soem: Come on, Stranger, she's not here.
(Stranger freezes)
Stranger: Is this...the flesh of Daughter?
(The series is paused)
Daughter: Oh look at that! You see, Stranger Doll, that he thought that doll me is the meat in Soem Doll's hands! How ingenious of an idea to have him throw up after realising that instead of being the meat of his daughter it's of his wife.
(Daughter laughs).
Daughter: No, no, no, Dolly. Nooo. (Daughter smiles) Let's continue watching it tomorrow.
The TV turns to static. Daughter and her dolls disappear.
(Moral of Story: Sometimes, even when you are desperately certain of one thing, it may not be true. So you can never be certain of something, and even if you are, it may not be true. You may think that you are not adopted, but in reality you are. You will not know, and you may continue to believe that the thing you believe is true until the day you die. Then you are no more, so you will never know the truth.)
(2nd Moral of Story aka quite important: Human meet actually tastes pretty good, if you do not know. There is a journal of a man who ate human flesh, not because he was forced to, simply because he wanted to, and human flesh is actually softer than beef and sweeter than steak, according to his journals, so just remember if someone tells you that they don't eat human meat because it would taste horrible, they might be wrong [I'm not entirely sure if the journal was telling the truth so I'm not sure]. The reason they don't eat human meat is because it's cannibalism and they would go to jail for it. Also it would be messy, finding a right human to kill—one that drinks too much alcohol would taste a bit bitter, one that smokes would cause after-effects to your body, etc—so that may also be the reason.)
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