... Why aren't I more freaked out by the fact that I have a big crab monster chained up in my basement? Why didn't I call the cops as soon as the burrito started taking over my trash can? Why did I let it live after it tried to kill me? Most importantly, why the hell am I only thinking this now?
I'm feeding it, keeping it alive, and keeping it sheltered, and I have no idea why. Something's going on here. This is bigger than fast food becoming self-aware. That creature, whatever it is, knows something, and it's going to spill the beans (no pun intended) or I'm going to do... I don't know, something.
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