You chose to keep chewing.

You gnash and mash and crunch and keep chewing and chewing, never stopping as ant after ant files into your mouth, almost as though they were all willing participants in some kind of horrible experiment involving your awful mouth, and their only job in the experiment is to march, proudly and without reservation, into the depths of your head, and they all take their duties seriously as they keep going and going and never stopping and you keep chewing and chewing.




You choose to…