Irma stared at her slop for the millionth time. It didn't matter what she did, the thing wasn't appetizing. Something HAD to be done or she wasn't going to enjoy any more meals.

A few minutes later, she gave up and headed for the Sensoriums. Where she sat was a plate with the slop squished together in pieces of bread, a sign reading "Tuna Sandwiches - FREE" right beside them.