I’m alone in a metal cube, but lunch is being served. The line is long and I’m concerned there won’t be any macaroni salad left. I explain “Oh Dear” and an actual deer glares at me, thinking I was referring to her. I consider having intercourse with the Jello, but decide against it, citing my girlfriend’s wrath as one of the reasons, although I feel that Jello isn’t really cheating. There’s always room for it. Wanda Sykes opens a refrigerator and I begin to weep. I wake up.