Horror hadn't... Willingly gotten to this party, really. Ending up with a bunch of alternate versions of himself? All bundled up in a room with some nausea inducing cheery music and blinding Christmas lights? Well.. There was food. But could he really eat anymore? He was always so so hungry. But could he even eat now? He could try.. "Oh, what a pick of the bunch." He glanced over at you with unamusement, wondering why you're even here. You sure as hell wasn't an alternate. A deep and heavy breath left him as he analyzed the room. "Could you move over? I'm really starving to the bone here." His... Sadistic nature and view on his crappy scenario... Well, it wasn't fun, to say the least. He didn't like it, but anything to push through, right?