WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.339 --> 00:00:04.359 A man opens his mouth to bite a hot dog and suddenly freezes. 00:00:04.359 --> 00:00:08.519 His eyes widen, and the hot dog drops from his hand, falling to the ground. 00:00:08.519 --> 00:00:14.519 Ahead, a stampede of people is running toward him, screaming, crying out for help. 00:00:14.519 --> 00:00:20.199 Behind them, a man walks at an ordinary, casual pace, but something is off. 00:00:20.199 --> 00:00:24.359 His eyes have a glazed, unfocused look to them, and he keeps shoveling random items 00:00:24.359 --> 00:00:27.439 into his open mouth, swallowing them down. 00:00:27.439 --> 00:00:33.000 He eats a clipboard and pen, a discarded shoe, and, as the first man watches in horror, the 00:00:33.000 --> 00:00:37.490 very hungry man grabs the ankle of a fallen member of the crowd, and pulls him into his 00:00:37.490 --> 00:00:39.880 mouth, devouring him. 00:00:39.880 --> 00:00:43.520 The first man turns to run for his life, only to be knocked to the ground by the rest of 00:00:43.520 --> 00:00:45.149 the crowd, trying to escape. 00:00:45.149 --> 00:00:49.290 He struggles to climb back to his feet, and a hand reaches out to take his. 00:00:49.290 --> 00:00:54.649 When he makes it to his feet, he looks up, and sees the hungry man pulling him in, mouth 00:00:54.649 --> 00:00:57.140 stretching open wide... 00:00:57.140 --> 00:01:02.390 The sky is a perfect cloudless blue, the air is warm from the unbroken sunlight, but cooled 00:01:02.390 --> 00:01:07.640 to the perfect temperature by a gentle breeze, and there is a sense of electricity, excitement, 00:01:07.640 --> 00:01:09.740 and competition in the air. 00:01:09.740 --> 00:01:13.590 Throngs of people have gathered together in a makeshift arena, piled into plastic chairs 00:01:13.590 --> 00:01:18.829 and swarming around concessions stands, all training their eyes on the arena's center. 00:01:18.829 --> 00:01:20.150 What are they here for? 00:01:20.150 --> 00:01:21.710 Some sort of Olympic Games? 00:01:21.710 --> 00:01:22.890 A baseball tournament? 00:01:22.890 --> 00:01:24.200 A horse race? 00:01:24.200 --> 00:01:28.430 No, it is something greater, something...meatier. 00:01:28.430 --> 00:01:32.880 It is the annual Midsummer Hot Dog Eating Contest, and locals and tourists alike are 00:01:32.880 --> 00:01:37.460 coming together to see just who can cram the most pork or beef hot dogs and buns down their 00:01:37.460 --> 00:01:40.270 gullets in front of a roaring crowd. 00:01:40.270 --> 00:01:43.820 The announcer makes his way to the front of the arena, standing with his arms wide in 00:01:43.820 --> 00:01:45.780 front of the long table behind him. 00:01:45.780 --> 00:01:50.380 As he calls out the names of this year's contestants, they file in, each taking his place behind 00:01:50.380 --> 00:01:51.439 the table. 00:01:51.439 --> 00:01:56.180 There is the previous year's champion, a burly man with a bushy beard and twinkling eyes, 00:01:56.180 --> 00:02:00.240 and there is this year's surprise competitor, a skinny nineteen-year-old college student 00:02:00.240 --> 00:02:02.110 with a hungry grin. 00:02:02.110 --> 00:02:05.910 Then there are the lesser-known contestants, a local father who signed up after making 00:02:05.910 --> 00:02:09.640 a joke with his daughter, an uncle who scrawled his name on the sign-up sheet after a few 00:02:09.640 --> 00:02:14.420 too many drinks, a recently retired man checking off another item on his Golden Years bucket 00:02:14.420 --> 00:02:15.700 list. 00:02:15.700 --> 00:02:20.180 All have come to the event today with full hearts and empty stomachs, ready to see who 00:02:20.180 --> 00:02:22.020 the year's victor will be. 00:02:22.020 --> 00:02:26.280 The announcer riles up the crowd, encouraging them to cheer as loudly as possible to spur 00:02:26.280 --> 00:02:28.330 on their chosen competitor. 00:02:28.330 --> 00:02:33.090 All the while, staff are carrying out trays piled high with hot dogs, more hot dogs than 00:02:33.090 --> 00:02:38.060 most people see in a year, except for the people who just really, really love hot dogs. 00:02:38.060 --> 00:02:42.130 Each contestant receives a tray of hot dogs, a bucket of water, and an additional empty 00:02:42.130 --> 00:02:46.019 bucket, just in case...well, you get the idea. 00:02:46.019 --> 00:02:50.320 With the supplies and competitors all in place, it is time to begin the countdown. 00:02:50.320 --> 00:02:55.230 The announcer holds up his favorite airhorn and calls out "3...2...1...EAT!" 00:02:55.230 --> 00:03:02.050 At the sound of the airhorn's blast, the men leap into action, seizing hot dogs from plates 00:03:02.050 --> 00:03:05.900 and each engaging in their unique competitive eating technique. 00:03:05.900 --> 00:03:10.610 The previous year's champion employs the method of famous hot dog eating champion Joey Chestnut, 00:03:10.610 --> 00:03:16.519 dunking his entire hotdog sloppily into his water, then swallowing it as quickly as possible. 00:03:16.519 --> 00:03:21.190 The new challenger, on the other hand, employs the Solomon method, named for King Solomon. 00:03:21.190 --> 00:03:25.310 Much like the fabled king suggested doing with a stolen infant, eaters using the Solomon 00:03:25.310 --> 00:03:29.569 method break the focus of their feasting in half before polishing it off. 00:03:29.569 --> 00:03:33.560 One of the more casual competitors attempts a Divide and Conquer technique, eating first 00:03:33.560 --> 00:03:36.239 the dog itself, and then the bun. 00:03:36.239 --> 00:03:40.239 Others employ no specific technique at all, attempting to devour the stack of hot dogs 00:03:40.239 --> 00:03:45.400 before them using the same "classic eating" style they might employ at a family barbecue. 00:03:45.400 --> 00:03:47.630 This is a grave mistake. 00:03:47.630 --> 00:03:51.950 One by one, the less-prepared competitors drop out, spitting into their buckets, wiping 00:03:51.950 --> 00:03:55.670 meat sweats from their foreheads, waddling out of the arena while groaning and holding 00:03:55.670 --> 00:03:57.190 their aching stomachs. 00:03:57.190 --> 00:04:00.260 Soon, only the two frontrunners remain. 00:04:00.260 --> 00:04:01.260 But what's this?! 00:04:01.260 --> 00:04:02.530 A challenger approaches! 00:04:02.530 --> 00:04:07.069 An unassuming Black man, clad in a shirt and dress pants, rushes into the arena, his face 00:04:07.069 --> 00:04:11.331 a mask of single-minded determination, and begins seizing the discarded hotdogs off of 00:04:11.331 --> 00:04:14.500 the table, gobbling them up as fast as he can. 00:04:14.500 --> 00:04:18.340 The announcer, and the rest of the audience, watch in stunned disbelief. 00:04:18.340 --> 00:04:23.160 This is unprecedented and, as exciting as it is, definitely against the rules! 00:04:23.160 --> 00:04:26.800 This man is not a registered competitor, and he certainly can't join the contest in the 00:04:26.800 --> 00:04:28.150 champion stretch! 00:04:28.150 --> 00:04:32.190 Unsure of what else to do, the announcer beckons to the staff on the sidelines, ushering them 00:04:32.190 --> 00:04:36.729 back toward the table to clear the food and escort this surprise drop-in out of the arena. 00:04:36.729 --> 00:04:40.831 The audience watches with rapt attention as the staff members attempt to remove the stranger 00:04:40.831 --> 00:04:42.210 from his place at the table. 00:04:42.210 --> 00:04:46.810 He shakes his head violently, refusing to go, and snatches the hot dogs away from them 00:04:46.810 --> 00:04:49.500 even as they try to clear the trays away. 00:04:49.500 --> 00:04:53.560 All the while, the remaining competitors standing are attempting to stay the course and finish 00:04:53.560 --> 00:04:55.960 strong in spite of the interruption. 00:04:55.960 --> 00:05:01.030 The new, younger man collapses, slumping down onto the table in a hot dog-induced stupor. 00:05:01.030 --> 00:05:02.590 He has tapped out. 00:05:02.590 --> 00:05:07.470 The victor is the previous year's champion, with a staggering ultimate tally of thirty-eight 00:05:07.470 --> 00:05:09.100 hot dogs! 00:05:09.100 --> 00:05:13.009 As four staff members work together to wrestle the stranger out of the arena, the champion 00:05:13.009 --> 00:05:15.170 steps forward to receive his trophy. 00:05:15.170 --> 00:05:20.530 The crowd roars as he holds up his arms, grinning ear to ear and basking in yet another win. 00:05:20.530 --> 00:05:24.260 The announcer can still see the staff struggling with the stranger out of the corner of his 00:05:24.260 --> 00:05:28.590 eye, but this crowd wants to see their champion crowned, and the show must go on! 00:05:28.590 --> 00:05:34.680 So, he grabs the Hot Dog King sash, the crown made from gold (well, gold-plated) hot dogs, 00:05:34.680 --> 00:05:36.699 and even the massive gold trophy. 00:05:36.699 --> 00:05:39.669 He crowns the winner, placing the sash over his shoulders. 00:05:39.669 --> 00:05:44.449 Then, as the music swells triumphantly (courtesy of the local high school marching band), the 00:05:44.449 --> 00:05:48.139 announcer holds up the trophy, sunlight glinting off of its shiny surface. 00:05:48.139 --> 00:05:53.600 It represents so many things: achievement, celebration, the ability to eat just so much 00:05:53.600 --> 00:05:57.970 meat and not get sick, and now it is time for it to be awarded to the man who earned 00:05:57.970 --> 00:05:58.970 it. 00:05:58.970 --> 00:06:02.240 The announcer stretches his arms, handing over the trophy to the contest winner, when 00:06:02.240 --> 00:06:06.520 all of a sudden, another hand grabs hold of its handle, ripping it from the announcer's 00:06:06.520 --> 00:06:07.520 grasp. 00:06:07.520 --> 00:06:11.440 The stranger has returned, somehow freeing himself from the multiple security guards 00:06:11.440 --> 00:06:15.410 who escorted him away, and he has taken the trophy for himself! 00:06:15.410 --> 00:06:18.330 But he isn't just attempting to crown himself the Hot Dog King. 00:06:18.330 --> 00:06:20.800 No, this is not a simple coup d'e hot dog. 00:06:20.800 --> 00:06:25.300 He lifts the trophy up over his head, opening his mouth as wide as it will go, and tears 00:06:25.300 --> 00:06:29.729 the metal in half with a horrible screeching sound, shoving the pieces into his mouth, 00:06:29.729 --> 00:06:32.080 chewing, and swallowing. 00:06:32.080 --> 00:06:35.759 By the time the announcer and the champion recover from their shock enough to move again, 00:06:35.759 --> 00:06:38.100 the trophy is completely gone. 00:06:38.100 --> 00:06:41.220 Vanished into the stranger's belly. 00:06:41.220 --> 00:06:45.250 After a day of seemingly impossible feats of feasting, the sight of this strange man 00:06:45.250 --> 00:06:50.410 consuming a truly impossible meal of metal is just too much for the already anxious crowd 00:06:50.410 --> 00:06:51.410 to take. 00:06:51.410 --> 00:06:56.250 The arena erupts into absolute chaos as people spill out of their seats en masse, fleeing 00:06:56.250 --> 00:06:57.250 the area. 00:06:57.250 --> 00:06:59.509 The champion, however, does not turn and run. 00:06:59.509 --> 00:07:00.820 He feels robbed of his victory. 00:07:00.820 --> 00:07:05.480 Though it may have occurred in an utterly bizarre fashion, he won't stand for this kind 00:07:05.480 --> 00:07:06.480 of disrespect. 00:07:06.480 --> 00:07:11.090 He has trained all year for this moment, only to watch his trophy be eaten right in front 00:07:11.090 --> 00:07:12.290 of him. 00:07:12.290 --> 00:07:15.639 He marches right up to the stranger and pokes him in the chest, demanding to know who he 00:07:15.639 --> 00:07:16.729 thinks he is. 00:07:16.729 --> 00:07:20.600 What gives him the right to crash the hot dog eating contest, interrupt the proceedings, 00:07:20.600 --> 00:07:23.389 and upstage his victory by chowing down on the trophy? 00:07:23.389 --> 00:07:28.319 The man doesn't answer him, so the champion continues to berate him, wagging his finger 00:07:28.319 --> 00:07:29.319 in his face. 00:07:29.319 --> 00:07:33.860 The stranger's eyes follow the finger, and slowly he opens his mouth. 00:07:33.860 --> 00:07:38.900 There is a sudden CHOMP, and the champion screams, holding his hand to his chest, using 00:07:38.900 --> 00:07:40.949 his shirt to stem the bleeding. 00:07:40.949 --> 00:07:44.210 He turns to run with the rest of the crowd, but it's too late. 00:07:44.210 --> 00:07:49.190 The stranger's hand clamps down on his shoulder, holding him in place with a surprising strength. 00:07:49.190 --> 00:07:53.960 The only thing he sees before his life is snuffed out is the stranger's wide open mouth, 00:07:53.960 --> 00:07:57.699 before everything goes dark with another sickening CHOMP! 00:07:57.699 --> 00:08:01.880 All the while, the crowd's terror rises to a fever pitch at the horrible sight. 00:08:01.880 --> 00:08:05.990 They trample each other as they scramble to vacate the area, shoving strangers and loved 00:08:05.990 --> 00:08:10.800 ones alike out of the way in a bid to escape this mysterious equal-opportunity omnivore 00:08:10.800 --> 00:08:14.250 with an appetite for far more than just hot dogs. 00:08:14.250 --> 00:08:17.629 Some manage to escape, running far enough from the arena that they can stop to catch 00:08:17.629 --> 00:08:21.270 their breaths and glance back at the ones who were not so lucky. 00:08:21.270 --> 00:08:24.430 Those who tripped and fell in the madness, who had the wind knocked out of them by an 00:08:24.430 --> 00:08:28.550 elbow to the gut from one of their neighbors, those with weak ankles, or who hadn't tied 00:08:28.550 --> 00:08:30.610 their shoes carefully enough. 00:08:30.610 --> 00:08:35.120 All of these poor, unfortunate souls are next on the menu for the stranger. 00:08:35.120 --> 00:08:39.080 He devours them one by one, rarely even stopping to chew. 00:08:39.080 --> 00:08:43.180 As one surviving woman watching from a distance pulls out her phone to call 9-1-1, she can't 00:08:43.180 --> 00:08:47.640 escape noticing the parallels to the contest itself, the way the stranger eats with a singular 00:08:47.640 --> 00:08:50.070 focus on consuming as much as possible. 00:08:50.070 --> 00:08:55.589 There is no pause to enjoy the meal, but there is no sadism or malice in the act either. 00:08:55.589 --> 00:08:59.130 Just the sheer, undeniable drive to keep eating. 00:08:59.130 --> 00:09:03.350 The woman's call to the police is one of the strangest moments of her life, and utterly 00:09:03.350 --> 00:09:05.269 baffles the local police department. 00:09:05.269 --> 00:09:07.510 "Ma'am, please, calm down." 00:09:07.510 --> 00:09:09.440 One officer repeats again and again. 00:09:09.440 --> 00:09:11.760 "What do you mean there's a man eating people?" 00:09:11.760 --> 00:09:13.700 "I mean exactly what I said!" 00:09:13.700 --> 00:09:14.700 She shouts. 00:09:14.700 --> 00:09:17.630 "A man showed up at the hot dog contest and started eating people! 00:09:17.630 --> 00:09:18.630 Please! 00:09:18.630 --> 00:09:19.630 You have to do something!" 00:09:19.630 --> 00:09:21.610 "I think this is above our pay grade, miss." 00:09:21.610 --> 00:09:23.210 Another officer chimes in. 00:09:23.210 --> 00:09:25.589 "Do you think we should call...you know..." 00:09:25.589 --> 00:09:27.051 The first officer trails off. 00:09:27.051 --> 00:09:28.051 "Who? 00:09:28.051 --> 00:09:29.051 Who?" 00:09:29.051 --> 00:09:33.170 The woman demands, but the line goes dead before she can ask another question. 00:09:33.170 --> 00:09:37.399 The police are clearly no help, and she isn't about to stick around and see just how big 00:09:37.399 --> 00:09:39.320 this stranger's appetite is. 00:09:39.320 --> 00:09:42.930 She tried to save the others, but now she needs to save herself. 00:09:42.930 --> 00:09:46.070 She runs all the way home without another glance back. 00:09:46.070 --> 00:09:50.980 Meanwhile, the local police did make that mysterious call, and an SCP Foundation Mobile 00:09:50.980 --> 00:09:53.360 Task Force is currently en route to the scene. 00:09:53.360 --> 00:09:58.320 By the time they arrive, the park is a ghost town, with nothing but the blood-stained grass 00:09:58.320 --> 00:10:02.339 and abandoned arena to suggest that something horrible ever happened here at all. 00:10:02.339 --> 00:10:06.360 But these aren't some bumbling local police officers who have no idea what to do with 00:10:06.360 --> 00:10:07.820 a man-eating anomaly. 00:10:07.820 --> 00:10:12.089 This team has seen enough bizarre sights to fill a lifetime, and another lifetime after 00:10:12.089 --> 00:10:13.310 that. 00:10:13.310 --> 00:10:16.410 They spy a trail of sticky red footprints leading away from the arena. 00:10:16.410 --> 00:10:20.970 At first, they assume that the substance is blood, but a closer examination reveals that 00:10:20.970 --> 00:10:22.580 it is, in fact, ketchup. 00:10:22.580 --> 00:10:26.980 They track the savory footprints away from the scene of the day's unsavory events, following 00:10:26.980 --> 00:10:29.170 them to a nearby warehouse. 00:10:29.170 --> 00:10:33.550 Judging from the scattered wooden beams, rusting metal, and boarded-up windows, this place 00:10:33.550 --> 00:10:35.440 has been abandoned for some time. 00:10:35.440 --> 00:10:38.290 The perfect place for an anomaly to hide away. 00:10:38.290 --> 00:10:42.940 If they weren't certain, the sound of someone inside biting through sheets of metal is plenty 00:10:42.940 --> 00:10:45.459 of indication that this is the right place. 00:10:45.459 --> 00:10:50.300 With no time to waste, they break down the door of the warehouse, weapons drawn and ready. 00:10:50.300 --> 00:10:54.240 They follow the sound of the chewing, splitting up to apprehend the subject from all available 00:10:54.240 --> 00:10:55.709 directions. 00:10:55.709 --> 00:10:59.800 The shriek of tearing metal echoes through the building, bouncing off the walls and creating 00:10:59.800 --> 00:11:02.130 a cacophony that is difficult to track. 00:11:02.130 --> 00:11:06.750 They do their best to follow the sound, but quickly veer off in separate directions in 00:11:06.750 --> 00:11:09.240 an attempt to cover as much ground as possible. 00:11:09.240 --> 00:11:12.910 One operative confronts the stranger just as he is reaching for another piece of metal. 00:11:12.910 --> 00:11:16.890 He watches as the man takes a massive bite out of the steel, a bite that should have 00:11:16.890 --> 00:11:19.329 shattered his teeth and broken his jaw. 00:11:19.329 --> 00:11:22.730 Instead, a cartoonish bite mark is taken out of the metal. 00:11:22.730 --> 00:11:27.320 He approaches the stranger, who, upon locking eyes with him, begins to shake his head, still 00:11:27.320 --> 00:11:28.320 chewing. 00:11:28.320 --> 00:11:32.550 The MTF operative ignores this visual cue, approaching the man and attempting to physically 00:11:32.550 --> 00:11:33.550 restrain him. 00:11:33.550 --> 00:11:38.110 This, like the confrontation with the champion before, is cut off with a fateful CHOMP, and 00:11:38.110 --> 00:11:42.190 the operative's screams ringing out through the warehouse, alerting his teammates to his 00:11:42.190 --> 00:11:43.700 unfortunate fate. 00:11:43.700 --> 00:11:48.310 The screams suddenly go silent, and another MTF operative stops cold, listening as the 00:11:48.310 --> 00:11:51.639 sound of chewing draws nearer and nearer. 00:11:51.639 --> 00:11:55.959 He spins around to face the presence behind him, and spots the stranger standing there. 00:11:55.959 --> 00:12:00.950 The otherwise ordinary man is polishing off the tip of a steel beam, grimacing as he swallows 00:12:00.950 --> 00:12:02.040 it. 00:12:02.040 --> 00:12:05.160 The operative lifts his weapon, pointing it at the subject. 00:12:05.160 --> 00:12:07.990 The operative tells him to stand down and come quietly. 00:12:07.990 --> 00:12:13.120 The hungry man pleads, wide-eyed, for the operative to turn and run while he still can. 00:12:13.120 --> 00:12:17.970 He takes small, reluctant steps toward the operative, muttering that he can’t stop. 00:12:17.970 --> 00:12:19.890 The operative brandishes his weapon again. 00:12:19.890 --> 00:12:22.160 Barking another order for the man to stop. 00:12:22.160 --> 00:12:26.480 Before he can make another move, the stranger snatches the weapon out of his hand, opens 00:12:26.480 --> 00:12:28.820 his mouth, and swallows it. 00:12:28.820 --> 00:12:33.880 He winces as he does, but does not stop until the weapon is completely devoured. 00:12:33.880 --> 00:12:38.790 All at once, he lets out a loud belch, his knees buckle, and he slumps to the ground. 00:12:38.790 --> 00:12:42.199 He rubs his stomach, wipes his brow, and sighs heavily. 00:12:42.199 --> 00:12:44.130 "I'm so sorry about that. 00:12:44.130 --> 00:12:45.990 I was just so hungry, I couldn't help it." 00:12:45.990 --> 00:12:47.589 The man shakes his head sadly. 00:12:47.589 --> 00:12:49.889 "I hope you can get a new weapon. 00:12:49.889 --> 00:12:52.230 And I'm sorry about your friend, too." 00:12:52.230 --> 00:12:53.940 "You said you couldn't help it. 00:12:53.940 --> 00:12:55.620 Why did you stop?" 00:12:55.620 --> 00:12:59.230 The stranger shrugs, sighs again, and simply says: 00:12:59.230 --> 00:13:00.290 "Well… 00:13:00.290 --> 00:13:02.089 Because I was full." 00:13:02.089 --> 00:13:05.990 After a bit of convincing, and a test confirming that the subject's strength and bite force 00:13:05.990 --> 00:13:09.949 has returned to ordinary human levels, the remaining Mobile Task Force agree to bring 00:13:09.949 --> 00:13:13.329 him into Foundation custody unharmed, though restrained. 00:13:13.329 --> 00:13:17.720 They pile into one of the SCP Foundation's trademark unmarked vans and set off toward 00:13:17.720 --> 00:13:19.750 the nearest Foundation site. 00:13:19.750 --> 00:13:24.040 About one hour into the trip, the subject begins to lament his growling stomach, asking 00:13:24.040 --> 00:13:26.720 if they could possibly stop somewhere for a bite to eat. 00:13:26.720 --> 00:13:31.000 Ordinarily, this is against protocol, but after what happened to their teammate, the 00:13:31.000 --> 00:13:33.620 Task Force members aren't taking any chances. 00:13:33.620 --> 00:13:37.800 They pull into a fast food drive-thru and permit the subject to order whatever he wants. 00:13:37.800 --> 00:13:39.980 They'll declare it as a business expense later. 00:13:39.980 --> 00:13:45.830 5 burgers, 5 fries, 5 tacos, 5 pies, 5 Cokes, 10 tater tots, 10 tenders, 5 shakes, 5 pancakes, 00:13:45.830 --> 00:13:50.170 5 jalapeno poppers, and 5 baked potatoes later, the task force successfully reached the Foundation 00:13:50.170 --> 00:13:54.320 site with their newest subject: SCP-913. 00:13:54.320 --> 00:13:58.740 SCP-913 appears to be an average African-american man around middle age. 00:13:58.740 --> 00:14:03.420 Though his appearance is completely ordinary, his metabolism is unnaturally fast. 00:14:03.420 --> 00:14:08.000 He requires the recommended daily caloric intake for an average human being every two 00:14:08.000 --> 00:14:12.250 hours, and has an unusually high internal temperature, though the specific number has 00:14:12.250 --> 00:14:14.640 been redacted from his official file. 00:14:14.640 --> 00:14:18.360 If he does not meet his calorie requirement for a given two-hour period, he will enter 00:14:18.360 --> 00:14:21.730 a trance state in which he is unable to control himself. 00:14:21.730 --> 00:14:26.760 In this state, he will break down and ingest any solid matter in his line of sight. 00:14:26.760 --> 00:14:31.250 This includes matter that would ordinarily be indigestible, including wood, plastic, 00:14:31.250 --> 00:14:32.370 and metal. 00:14:32.370 --> 00:14:37.240 In this state, his appetite does not distinguish between living and nonliving subjects. 00:14:37.240 --> 00:14:41.200 When he is in this hunger-driven state, he is aware of all of his actions, but cannot 00:14:41.200 --> 00:14:45.001 stop himself, even when he eats dense materials that cause him extreme discomfort. 00:14:45.001 --> 00:14:49.490 If this state hits while the subject is sleeping, he will be forced awake. 00:14:49.490 --> 00:14:55.080 In addition to his anomalous appetite, SCP-913 can rend objects at an estimated force of 00:14:55.080 --> 00:15:01.350 3000 N and can bite objects with an estimated force of 5000 N when eating them. 00:15:01.350 --> 00:15:04.690 Whenever he is not in his trance state, he cannot replicate this strength. 00:15:04.690 --> 00:15:10.220 An examination of SCP-913's liver tissue showed that it is capable of producing new enzymes 00:15:10.220 --> 00:15:14.579 in response to foreign material, allowing his body to digest matter that should be highly 00:15:14.579 --> 00:15:16.190 dangerous to consume. 00:15:16.190 --> 00:15:21.810 These enzymes metabolize the substrate at an efficiency of approximately 98%, detoxifying 00:15:21.810 --> 00:15:26.630 any drugs or toxins consumed by the subject during the hunger state or otherwise. 00:15:26.630 --> 00:15:30.600 This includes, but is not limited to, amnestics and anesthetics. 00:15:30.600 --> 00:15:35.220 When SCP-913 was first discovered, he was wearing a shirt and dress pants, both with 00:15:35.220 --> 00:15:38.459 the brand name "Doctor's Orders" sewn onto their tags. 00:15:38.459 --> 00:15:45.360 SCP-913 has no tattoos aside from one on his right calf, which reads "Mr. Hungry, from 00:15:45.360 --> 00:15:48.529 Little Misters by Dr. Wondertainment." 00:15:48.529 --> 00:15:52.889 Just in case you aren't aware, the Little Misters are a line of humanoid anomalies created 00:15:52.889 --> 00:15:58.280 by the mysterious Dr. Wondertainment corporation, including the fish-headed Mr. Fish, the candy-coated 00:15:58.280 --> 00:16:04.140 Ms. Sweetie, and Mr. Life and Mr. Death, who is every bit as existentially upsetting as 00:16:04.140 --> 00:16:05.140 he sounds. 00:16:05.140 --> 00:16:09.990 The purpose of these creations is currently unknown, though, like many Dr. Wondertainment 00:16:09.990 --> 00:16:13.630 products, their existence invites endless speculation. 00:16:13.630 --> 00:16:18.899 SCP-913 must be contained in a customized humanoid containment cell lined with one-meter 00:16:18.899 --> 00:16:20.459 thick carbon steel. 00:16:20.459 --> 00:16:24.779 913 is to be provided standard furnishings for his containment cell coinciding with the 00:16:24.779 --> 00:16:27.779 usual necessities for a comfortable humanoid dwelling. 00:16:27.779 --> 00:16:32.389 He may be given pre-recorded entertainment materials, such as concerts, films, and television 00:16:32.389 --> 00:16:33.810 shows, upon request. 00:16:33.810 --> 00:16:38.130 The cell may be accessed via a reinforced carbon steel door. 00:16:38.130 --> 00:16:43.520 Once every two hours, SCP-913 is provided with one nutritional supplement as specified 00:16:43.520 --> 00:16:45.449 in Document 913-2. 00:16:45.449 --> 00:16:51.709 I attempted to locate a copy of 913-2 for further details on said nutritional supplement, 00:16:51.709 --> 00:16:56.310 but access to it appears to be limited to researchers assigned to SCP-913. 00:16:56.310 --> 00:17:01.720 While the subject is sleeping, nutrition is provided to SCP-913 via a central venous catheter 00:17:01.720 --> 00:17:04.449 that must be changed once every three months. 00:17:04.449 --> 00:17:08.920 These measures allow SCP-913 to receive the calories that he needs to avoid entering a 00:17:08.920 --> 00:17:13.400 hunger state, ensuring the safety of everyone on-site as well as his own comfort. 00:17:13.400 --> 00:17:19.059 Like the rest of the Little Misters, SCP-913 presents a puzzle that may never be solved. 00:17:19.059 --> 00:17:23.340 I could spend my limited time on this earth wondering why Dr. Wondertainment would create 00:17:23.340 --> 00:17:28.329 a being that seems to serve no purpose other than eating as much as possible, lest he unwillingly 00:17:28.329 --> 00:17:33.250 destroy the environment around him, but I believe that would be a waste of time. 00:17:33.250 --> 00:17:35.970 Why does Dr. Wondertainment do anything that they do? 00:17:35.970 --> 00:17:38.710 Why create a woman who can turn men into candy soldiers? 00:17:38.710 --> 00:17:43.160 Why create an ordinary man with a fish head, a tiny top hat, and a Boston accent? 00:17:43.160 --> 00:17:47.480 The personal motivations of Dr. Wondertainment, whether they are an individual or a massive 00:17:47.480 --> 00:17:52.100 conglomerate, are as inscrutable to me as the meaning of life itself, or the reasons 00:17:52.100 --> 00:17:56.350 why a person would want to eat more than two hot dogs in one sitting. 00:17:56.350 --> 00:18:00.760 Check out the Dr. Bob Patreon and become a junior researcher today! 00:18:00.760 --> 00:18:05.000 Now go and watch another entry from the files of Dr. Bob, like "Dr. 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