Granted. Someone removes the 30% of your body mass that is not water. Then they use it to make Soylent Green.
I wish I could find potatoes which would produce flowers and fruits (no, tubers aren't fruits, and yes, I know potato fruits are poisonous; I ain't planning to eat 'em).
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.