I was on the second story of two story parking garage attached to an incredibly busy mall. I wanted to thank my friend Paul for directing me towards my car, so I called his number in my cell-phone. Instead, my friend Alexia picked up. She sounded groggy, and explained it was 9:30AM her time. I apologized, and asked if she had Paul’s number, she sheepishly chuckled and confessed she had hoped to get the number from me at some point as she no longer had it. (In this world, they had once dated)
I made my way to my car which was up on a pedestal getting repairs. While I waited, I noticed that a second set of mechanics were trapping and chaining an odd breed of hyena. They had the same overall body size, covered in brown fur, but very thin and long necks, with much smaller heads.
The mechanics led the captured hyenas up to the edge of a metal platform, slowly lowered the beasts heads on to the metal, and in single smooth motion, decapitated them by pressing a margarita glass to the nape of their necks.
They then scooped out a small, cold brain that reminded me angel-hair noodles. The mechanics called this treat “orzo”, and ate the brain with a spoon from the same margarita glass they had used to extract it. I asked them if they were concerned about eating raw brains because of encephalitis. They were not sure what I meant.
