I had some tuna. As for Biden, he had this girl brought in, and then he went as if to sniff her hair and just snorted so hard that it tore the hair out of her skull. She was bleeding and trying to scream, and somehow... somehow he ate her screams. After, I of course felt fear and revulsion as you would expect, but there was also an emptiness - a lack of emotion - that I had never experienced before. As if the President had also eaten some integral part of me without me noticing. I now look upon the world only as a series of mechanical interactions, and somewhere in the President's lungs may dwell whatever love I once felt for my children. Only the fear remains, but even that is dull and colorless. I am an empty shell, somehow content that the essence of Biden will fill whatever broken shards remain of my body and soul and burn away whatever is left of what I once was when next I go to sleep.