...when leaving the kitchen with a snack, I have taken to imagining the house to be a spaceship traveling through space and I, a stow away stealing supplies. As i eat my meal I think of the crew picking straws because there aren't enough rations for all of them to survive the journey; one of them will have to be jettisoned in order for the rest to live.
Another variant on this daydream is that I'm an alien, much like the alien in the film 'Alien'. The food i have taken is a crewmember, incapacitated yet still very much alive. Then, whilst I tuck into my sandwich, I imagine the crew watching their fateful colleague's vital signs on a computer screen, holding their head's with despair as he flat lines.
BEEB
[CHOMP CHOMP]
BEEB
[MUNCH MUNCH]
BEEB
[NOM NOM]
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
