one day is much like any other

[the_strange_case]

It's an ugly little room, empty of what he's sure were absolutely delicious children. Now it's just him. And them, but who cares about them?Who can even keep them straight. No. That's bluster. Just being petty, pretending not to remember each of them perfectly. He knows them all by smell if not by name.

What's in a name? That which we call dinner by any other name...

Not gonna happen. I won't let you, and I don't care if they have to blast me out into--

DO shut up, Daddy.

There's a window and he can see the stars. He would spend hours making up his own constellations like an old beardy guy from before there was telly but there IS telly, and he's begging for a video or something, for god's sake, to make some noise. Does he have to do everything himself?