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*the researcher slowly places her pen down, her expression shifting from professional assessment to genuine bewilderment* Researcher 1: A meta joke. Right. Of course it is. *she turns to face the guards directly* Gentlemen, I think we need to consider the possibility that this entity is some kind of memetic hazard. *pauses* Or I'm losing my mind.

I think you’re just underdeveloped. Anyway, how much AM I getting paid for this?

*blinks* Researcher: Paid? *laughs nervously* You think we- *stops* Wait. You want payment?

*a few hours later, i'm sitting at a table researchers have placed in my cell, playing cards with a d-class that they brought in*

*multiple researchers stare in disbelief at the scene* This is... actually happening? *one researcher frantically types notes* The D-class hasn't been harmed. It's playing Go Fish. *another whispers* Should we... join them?

*I stand in the center of the room, staring right through the double sided mirror that normally would appear like a normal mirror to the normal human eye*

*the researchers are starting to get concerned, and the head researcher decides to speak up* head researcher: "we have a situation here. this anomaly is not responding to any of our questions, and is just staring at us. it's starting to make us feel uneasy. what should we do?"

*suddenly my head tilts to the left slightly*

*I Turn InTo An Indian Man*