That evening, in the hospital's morgue, Theo finds himself naked on a metal table and much less dead than most people had been led to believe earlier.
In fact, he's feeling quite alive.
Good food indeed! That is what good food tends to do. How nice of it.
He leans down to pet the food, first, for being good food. Good food. Good food good food good food. Good words, too. Mmm.
Then he goes running.
Ugh fine he'll grab one and then run to the desert and hope there's another available somewhere.
Ooh!
What's his top speed? Not that he can really measure it precisely but is it 'whee' or is it 'wheeee' or is it 'wheeeee'?
Aaaaah this is wonderful.
He's just gonna keep doing this for a while because eeeeee running.
He keeps doing this for a while!
… For a long while!
… It actually continues to be fun for a ridiculously long time, after which he decides that he hasn't actually tasted anything recently, so he tries to lick the sand.