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So, a series of odd nutritional decisions, brash questions and unusual sartorial purchases turned me into a lizard-man today. A reptoid. I won't explain more because I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did.

The rest of them all under the Earth, in the kingdom of the Hollow Center. (Them? Us?)

The reptoids say that power makes you blind to justice. They say that maybe I'm of some value to their hundred thousand year dynasty. They offered me a minor administrative position in their cthonic judicial system if I can answer two conundrums:

First, what does justice-flavored ice cream taste like?

Second, how do we know for sure that Soylent Green is really people? The movie could have been lying. They're hungry for human flesh, but skeptical.

They didn't say anything about a lifeline so I assume it's okay. I'd love a little help, guys.