I’ve been kidnapped by cannibals.

They set me by the dining table.

Is this a dream? I need to be snapped out of it.

I’m no longer mentally stable.

It would seem the wife is the cook. My, oh my she has a lot of cook books.

Family of crooks. The wife looks like a rotten pig with worms in it’s eyes.

Well i’m shook, that’s exactly what we’re eating.

Oh, Christ, I can smell the food. It smells like. Hell, if it smelt like, human faeces with a strange stink-bomb of a animal species, And a goddamn heavy smoker.

Think, think, think I need to get out of here, low on time.

I need to choke her, stab him and run from the kids.

Or I could just break that clock.

Yeah, good idea.

...

So it was a dream all along.

“No we just knocked you out.”

Well shite...