“Where’s your arm mister” the boy asked.“It’s gone now,” the head said. “It’s only me left. Just me and you.”“Okay. But there are a lot of me.”“Yes there are,” the head agreed. “But there’s also only one. Does that confuse you?”“Not really.”“Good. Don’t think of it too hard and you’ll be fine. Just all of your chores, and don’t play around with the icepick. It’s a tool, not a toy. If something needs fixing and you can’t get anything else to fix it, try using the icepick on it. It will break the thing that stopped working, but you’ll get a new one. One that might work.”“Oh. I’m going to go play.”“Have fun.”“Where’s your arm mister?” a different boy that was also the same boy asked.The head repeated himself verbatim.“I’m hungry. I want something to eat.”“I don’t have any food to give you. The only thing I have left is me. Everything else is you, now. This entire place is all of you and this head is all that is left of me.”“But I’m hungry.”“Maybe if you take a nap you’ll feel better when you wake up.”“No. I’m not tired I’m hungry.”The head was silent a moment. Then it said “If you’re really that hungry, then you can eat me.”“What?”“It’s okay. Just poke me with the icepick and I’ll turn into food.”“That’s gross I’m not going to kill you you’re my friend. Where are your arms and legs mister?”“They’re gone now. It’s just you and me. And soon it will be just you.”“Why is that?”“Because in a little while, something is going to happen. And I don’t know what. When it happens, I’ll be gone. If you look for me, I’ll be in the fridge. But I’ll be dead. If you’re really hungry you can eat me. But it might be better if you just throw me away.”“Why do you want me to eat you, Mister?”“Because I’m scared of the thing that’s going to happen to me. And it will be easier if you eat me first.”“What’s (...)