Dinner with Amnesiatic MCBoss. Amnesiatic MCBoss: “Please pass the salt.”
Amnesiatic MCBoss picks up the salt, moves it across the table, and puts it down. He is sitting alone at a small table with a candle on it, in an apartment about the same size as Torture Victim Double Agent’s. Amnesiatic MCBoss: “Isn’t this nice weather we’re having?” Amnesiatic MCBoss: “Yes, yes, I would agree!” Amnesiatic MCBoss smiles, picks up a cloth napkin, and tucks it into his shirt collar. Then he picks up a knife and fork and begins neatly cutting a piece of meat on his plate. Amnesiatic MCBoss: “Yes, this is such nice weather!” Amnesiatic MCBoss keeps cutting the piece of meat. Amnesiatic MCBoss: “You just said that!” Amnesiatic MCBoss: “Oh, I know.” Amnesiatic MCBoss lifts a cut piece of meat to his mouth, and chews it.
