my Imaginary friend

"Hello," said his imagination. "Bad day?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." Fred looked around him. He was sitting on a bench in a field by the village Green. There were raspberry bushes all about, and he heard the sound of children's voices, and he could smell the odor of cooking meat nearby. "Where am I? Before I passed out I could've sworn I saw a sign, it said this was a mid-evil towne."

"That's pretty good for a man whose been hallucinating all day," said Fred's imagination. "Welcome to Pottersville. It is an adjunct suburb of Minor Medulla which lies within the Parietal Region of the Empire of Death."

Fred looked up at his imagination. "You gotta be kidding me."

"Wish I were. See those raspberries? They're conscious. In fact, every time someone eats a berry they feel it. Hurts like hell, so I've heard. And that laughing you hear? That's not human if that's what you think; troll children playing stick and ball. But, since sticks are rare and balls are scarce, they use what they can find...squirrels, kittens, gold fish, you name it! And smell that meat?"

Fred stopped him. "Don't tell me that's the smell of human flesh?!!?"

"Why no, silly. That's fresh hamburger...I'm hungry, wanna get some grub?"

1. Fred agrees and goes with his imagination
2. Fred isn't hungry

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