I sure am hungry. But what do I eat? I'm alone and stuck in this room.
Uhhhh Gregor I'm sure you're hungry. Don't worry I'll bring you your favorite
The Metamorphosis is a short story written by Franz Kafka
I know he likes his bread and sweet milk. Lets hope he eats it.
"Gregor first woke up from his heavy swoon-like sleep in the evening twilight. He would certainly have woken up soon afterwards without any disturbance, for he felt himself sufficiently rested and wide awake, although it appeared to him as if a hurried step and a cautious closing of the door to the hall had aroused him." p.43
Here Gregor, I know you're hungry.
YESSS!!! my favorite. This is going to be scrumptious
"He pushed himself slowly toward the door, still groping awkwardly with his feelers, which he now learned to value for the first time, to check what was happening there." p.43
Ew! what is this disgusting thing she's fed me!
"By the door he first noticed what had really lured him there: It was the smell of something to eat. For there stood a bowl filled with sweetened milk, in which swam tiny pieces of white bread." p.44
"He almost laughed with joy, for he now had a much greater hunger than in the morning, and he immediately dipped his head almost up to and over his eyes down into the milk." p.44
"But he soon drew it back again in disappointment, because the milk, which otherwise was his favorite drink and which his sister had certainly placed there for that reason, did not appeal to him at all. He turned away from the bowl almost with aversion and crept back into the middle of the room." p.44