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Okay, you have no strategic aim here. You're fucking curious, alright? Wouldn't anybody be curious? That's why you pick your way over to the back shelving and tug one of the sacks up and gash it open with the corner of the paint scraper. You cough as the contents pouf out: it's a fine grey-white powder, like somebody mixed flour with dustpan scrapings. It smells smoky.
The nearest tendril twitches, and you jerk your arm away reflexively. Then you stare. "Hello?"
No response. (Thank god. You think you'd stab the shit on reflex if it started talking.) "Do you eat this shit too?"
Nothing. You take a tiny pinch of Lester Food and sprinkle it onto the tendril. It twitches again, but the Food stays where it is— doesn't get absorbed or anything. Huh. Then why is so much of the stuff trying to—
Fuck! It's water-soluable. That's what Pat said, she dissolves it in... there's no water in here, but you <span class="mu-i">do</span> have a big tank outside. Not that you'd dump a dozen fucking sacks of Lester Food into your water tank and feed that to the flesh tendrils. That'd be stupid as shit. It's 4 fucking AM, and you probably slept like hell, and you're not— there's no way you'd—
<span class="mu-i">Right?</span>
>[1] Yeah. No way. But while there's no *proper* water source in here, there is the shallow puddle you wrung out of you— enough to wet a palmful of Lester Food, which is enough to test the effects. That's all you need to sate your curiosity.
>[2] Find a bucket (under B for Buckets or whatever), fill it, and dump one sack of Lester Food in. Feed that to the tendrils. Make something *happen.*
>[3] FUCK IT. Drag the water tank down the hallway, dump ALL the Lester Food in, and pour the entire fucking thing down the drain. Make *SOMETHING* happen. [...*SOMETHING* will happen.]
>[4] Forget it. Go do something else. (Dumbwaiter? Investigation? Something else? Write-in.)
>[5] Write-in.
