Don't pinch yourself. It's real.

At 11:somethingish, you sit in the basement cafeteria. You cut your lettuce and garbanzos with a plastic knife, move the plastic fork from the plastic container to your lips.

"Ha ha", you think, as you smugly scan the room. These fools. 

Then you realize...

Genesis

Deep inside of your cube, a tiny voice cries.....

...please suh...I want some moh...