Depugis laughed.
"Don't be cocky, Steve. That's what gave me my name in the first place."
"Tell me, Depugis, what does your name mean again? Stupid butt?"
"No, you rude pig. For the last time, it is Caesar's language for "thin buttocks"! Your name has not been given, let's hope Roi chooses one twice as worse as mine to refer to you."
"I grow tired, Depugis. Please grant me the ability to speak English, those two scientists fear this one." I now again realized that I had not meant to speak any of this,, it felt like I was listening to two others' conversation.
"Fine, but do you think that he knows?" I was interested now.
"No, he can't know. They never know, otherwise the endermen would be dead from pure sorrow that their gods were not real, their lives were a lie." Depugis nodded. He then spoke again in an undecipherable language.
"Shokugo benowie, Steve."
"Good bye, Depugis."
I awoke with a start to the smell of a fresh cake. Ted and Jimmy were finishing up their second slice.
"Come 'ere, Steve. It's Cake Tuesday." I eagerly accepted his invitation, and devoured my first slice of the sweet treat (rhyme!). Apparently they had no clue about my dream. I decided not to worry them by letting them know what I'd dreamt about.
"Lemme check the chickens again; they always get bred on Tuesday." I stood up from the table to go to the chickens.
"Eat your second slice first," said Jimmy. "You need some food after what happened yesterday."
"Actually," retorted Ted, "Eat your first slice," This stopped me in my tracks.
"What was that, Teddy?" he looked at me quizzically.
"I said, eat your first slice." I gave him a blank stare. My readout said that I was stuffed to the brim, yet I hadn't finished my first slice of cake. When I voiced my concerns to Ted, all he said was
"So? Save the cake for later." I could no longer stand it.
"I went to sleep with four out of ten hunger points!" They were silent. All of us had the same question on our minds. What was happening to me?