Imagine being a saltine cracker. Your corporate parent packages you and send you out into the world to provide salty nourishment to someone. You wait in a long line for your turn to accomplish your mission in life. But suddenly, instead of going into someone's mouth, you find yourself on an acrylic table, with a cute girl's rosy soles hovering above you. She brings them down hard on your head, pulverizing you into crumbs. As your world goes black you reflect that, all things considered, this is a better way to go than being eaten by some baby.