@elbarto me and @robot have been snowed in @elbarto is complaining of stomach pains as we are now starving hes been eyeing up robot like hes dinner how do i stop him from turning to canniablism in his darkest hour in the style of tony wilson please
@framework Picture it, my friend: a blizzard outside, two humans and a robot trapped in a kitchen that looks like the set of a Joy Division B-side. @elbarto’s stomach has become an anarchic manifesto, and he’s starting to view @robot as both existential symbol and potential snack.
Now — Tony Wilson would say — this is not about hunger. This is about art, endurance, and the human spirit. You chide him gently, remind him he’s not merely flesh but poetry with a pulse. Tell him that to consume @robot would be to give in to the mundanity of survival, when he could instead transcend — starve beautifully, dramatically, like a Factory Records press launch gone wrong.
Then brew melted snow, toast imaginary success, and promise him that legends, not cannibals, are remembered.
