At the hands of the CIA, many prisoners endure all sorts of unimaginable torture without cracking. These fate-cursed people withstand the most vile torments you don’t even want to think about. They resist the urge to cry out to their torturers what is demanded and instead retreat into the hardened redoubts of their minds. Each of them stands firm as pain wracks their bodies from all the shattered kneecaps and fingernails extracted slowly by rusty pliers.

But every single one of them breaks when the vegan food is wheeled into the dimly-lit room of suffering. Not a soul among them is able to abide the smell nor sight of this fresh new abomination that rises above all other misfortunes. It takes merely a glance at the desiccated vegan cheese, the wretched vegan hamburger and worst of all, the clabbered vegan fish and the prisoners start chirping like birds. They spill it all. They leave nothing on the table — except the vegan food.