You’re allowed anything on the planet
No there is no clever way to use this meal to escape your fate
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Hemlock. BOOM! Cheated the hangman and had the last laugh! Edit: Oops. This was a clever way to escape my fate and is not part of the game. In that case, a Burger King Veal Parmigiana sandwich from the 1980’s.
You will definitely get food poisoning if you eat a 45 year old sandwich.
Panda tenderloin and a side of uranium. I’m curious of the flavor of both
All the radioactive waste I can carry then launch me into space
Anything on the planet? That’s great, let’s eradicate some diseases. Give me literally every single deadly virus that’s out there in the world right now. With a side of all of the leukemia present in the world to buy everyone some time. Give me my meal in an incinerator, lets go.
I’d also like a whopper or something.
All the rice, one by one.
Big plate of burnt ends, NY style cheesecake and a bottle of Lagavulin single malt.
Big Mac and a glass of Chateau Lafite Rothschild 2099.
ANYTHING on the planet? A clump of Bigfoot hair, a Zodiac Killer’s leg, and a shot of DB Cooper’s blood. Let’s solve some fuckin mysteries
Edit: I’ll also take a side of whatever killed those campers at Dyatlov Pass, a copy of the holy text of the correct religion, and a camera that captured real footage of an alien
You’re using your powers to solve cosmic mysteries. I’ll use them for a something a bit more self-serving.
I will take my last meal in the form of blood pudding. A very large amount of blood pudding, made from at least 5 liters of blood. Human blood. Specifically the blood of the person set to perform the execution. Oh, and if you change your mind on who the executioner is, that invalidates my last meal, so I get another one.
Well played! Even if you still get executed, you’ll live in the prison for about as long as 50 months.
Plot twist, you have to eat the whole meal before you are executed.
Or before you get dessert.
Corpse Reviver No. 2
That will be all, thanks.Heart of Billionaire x (however many billionaires there currently are)
How would you like that prepared?
I’d like it served as is, fresh from the chest cavity.
Any sides?
A second billionaire’s heart
edit: didn’t read the first response all the way - let me at the liver first
Considering how many drugs some of those billionaires do, I’d suggest skipping on the liver.
Yes, eating the liver would be bad for their health for the next hour.
Are you joking? They might have quaaludes in there
Give me their lungs for haggis then.
Jeff bezos roasted in a bronze bull with a pinch of lemon and some butter.
Ditch the lemon. Pork needs apple sauce.
1 cubic meter of pure gold, sliced into bite sized cubes, completely enclosed in a nice icing, and not that fondant stuff.
Leftovers are to go to my family.
Like suodiu, but gold.
I had not heard of that, but yes.
Heck, I might swallow one or two. My family can deal with my body as they wish. (Not sure if cremation would melt it)
Paradox: Request to eat the brain stem of the person who will deliver the killing blow / throw the switch / administer the injection / etc.
If you are then killed by their replacement, then you weren’t given what you asked for, contradicting rule 1. If you succeed, rule 2 has been contradicted.
But seriously. It’s hard to choose. There was this one pub I visited (with parent) as a child that made the most delicious, dare I say, succulent, miniature pasties. I think I’d like to gorge on those.
The executioner plugs the electric chair into a timed wall outlet. In 30 minutes, you will die. You do get revenge on the executioner first though, so that’s cool
Maybe if they set the timer to go on and off at set intervals or made you eat the meal in the chair, which is unusual.
Otherwise you could take your sweet time eating that brain stem and they’d be unable to put you in a live chair without risking anyone else.
There’s also the problem of what to do if there’s a power outage.
Half an hour is plenty long enough to zom out on some brains, then get strapped into the chair. Even then, they can just set the timer for more time if they need it. If the power goes out, then good news! You get another serving of someone else’s brains tomorrow
it isnt a person, too bad (we implemented claude code onto our automatic execution system)
Someone has to tell the bot when. There’s always a human if you go deep enough.
Morrisons did these mini Cornish pasties, might still do, years ago. They were fantastic.
I’d eat my prosecuting attorney, jokes on him.
