Saw a skeet where someone made a joke about how mogwai meat is a sustainable resource and…
There are times when he has to wonder if what they’re doing is wrong. In more than just the “tormenting a sentient creature to consume its offspring” kind of way.
In a moral, soul-destroying kind of way.
But then he sees all the well-fed people. Realizes that no one is ever going to starve ever again. And he eats a mog-burger with fries and that wondering voice in his head goes silent.
The little guy is his friend. His cute little buddy. Though when he goes to visit him, the little guy will turn his face away and no longer makes sounds of greeting. Used to turn his back to him and huddle in the corner of his wire mesh cage, though now he doesn’t do that anymore. Will just lie on the pile of wood shavings that makes up his bedding.
His little buddy won’t greet him anymore. Won’t stand up and nudge against his hand and hug him. But he still sees the little guy as his friend. Still loves him the way he always has.
Even if mog-burgers are delicious, that doesn’t take away from their friendship. Their closeness. Their sense of family.
Just as he refuses to consider any questions of morals and ethics, he refuses to accept that their relationship has been changed. Broken.
Approaching the cashier, he ordered a mog-burger, a 6-piece box of chicken fried mog-nuggets, a medium french fries, and a cola. Then steps to the side to wait for his food.
Gazing at nothing. Thinking about nothing. Emptying his mind of any kind of question or concern. Waiting to eat his lunch. Planning to visit his little buddy after work.
They’re friends, after all.
