>Be young, innocent upper middleclass can of off-brand PriceRite tuna.
>Grow up uncorrupted by violence in the media.
>Spend carefree summers with grandma in the soup aisle chasing fireflies in the tall grass.
>Learn to drive your first shopping cart. It's old and the wheels squeak from the city miles, but it's yours and you love it.
>Go to all-white albacore private highschool
>Tremble with nervousness as you approach the beautiful Bumble Bee Chunk Light Tuna can, Rose. She's so popular, and you're just an off-brand Pricerite BOGO deal.
>Perspire heavily and try not to stare at her Nutrition Facts. She's so perfect: low mercury.
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>"Hey, Rose, would you like to.. ahh.. to -"
>"Are you even tuna? You look like catfood."
>Her friends laugh.
>Get heart broken, but mature a bit emotionally as a result.
>More fish in the seafood aisle.
>Be older now, just starting out as a respectable businesscan.
>Still think of Rose's sprawling nutrition facts sometimes and wonder what could have been.
>Different paths - you floundered after high school, she went to tunaversity.
>Be lost in thought when it happens.

>Judgement Day.
>Panic and plead for your freedom as you're scanned at the checkout
>Get placed in the cupboard amongst the other helpless victims
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>"Wha.. wha.. what is this place?"
>A cold voice in the dark answers "Hell".
>Slowly give in to depraved mania, shivering in the void.
>Become hollow and emotionless in the face of certain death.
>Find God.

>Some countless morning.
>Wake to bright light and meaty fingers.
>Adrenaline.exe
>Be held high above the floor, staring down the barrel of a steely can opener.
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>Memories of brighter days and crushing regret for a life of unfulfillment
>Think back to Rose and her voluptuous nutrition facts.
>She's just a soft motionless image now, far, far away.
>The beast comes eye to eye with you.
>"Are you death?"
>Hyperventilate as it begins to speak fluently in the tuna mother tongue
>"Bush did 9/11"