WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.600 --> 00:00:04.500 The Trucker tumbles to the greasy floor  of the Diner, thrown out of his booth,   00:00:04.500 --> 00:00:07.740 only to come crashing down  before he can regain his footing.   00:00:08.280 --> 00:00:12.600 He’d be climbing back to his feet, ready to  square up to the Patron who has just hurled him,   00:00:12.600 --> 00:00:18.000 but staring up at them has made him freeze  on the spot. As he lies on the Diner floor,   00:00:18.000 --> 00:00:22.500 the Trucker’s eyes lock onto the  bizarre horror towering over him. 00:00:22.500 --> 00:00:28.980 It looks like a huge fleshy mess, more akin to  a chewed-up wad of gum than a living being. It’s   00:00:28.980 --> 00:00:32.640 nearly impossible to differentiate what  parts of its head are facial features,   00:00:32.640 --> 00:00:37.740 is the mouth right there in the center, or is it  one of the various other strange and inexplicable   00:00:37.740 --> 00:00:43.920 orifices? Does it even have a mouth? And where are  its eyes - does it have the standard human two,   00:00:43.920 --> 00:00:50.340 or does it see by smelling sounds or tasting  the air? And are those… tusks? They are! 00:00:50.340 --> 00:00:54.300 The Trucker has only stopped off for  a hot cup of coffee and a bite to eat.   00:00:54.300 --> 00:00:58.080 Now he’s facing off against a puzzling  creature ripped straight out of a David   00:00:58.080 --> 00:01:04.140 Cronenberg movie! But then again, that’s what  he gets for stopping off at Freddy’s Diner. 00:01:04.140 --> 00:01:08.580 It all begins a few moments prior. The  Trucker is at the wheel, exhausted but   00:01:08.580 --> 00:01:12.840 making good time on a long haul across the  interstate. Thanks to life on the road,   00:01:12.840 --> 00:01:17.340 he’s been lucky enough to see much more of the  country than most, driving from the West Coast   00:01:17.340 --> 00:01:22.320 to the East Coast and back again plenty of  times. And being so familiar with his routes,   00:01:22.320 --> 00:01:26.820 the Trucker has his very own curated list  of the best places to eat while on the road.   00:01:27.540 --> 00:01:32.760 He double-checks the time, and realizes he’s  got plenty to spare, so decides to make a quick   00:01:32.760 --> 00:01:37.260 detour and heads towards a little-known  roadside restaurant: Freddy’s Diner. 00:01:37.260 --> 00:01:42.360 The Trucker still remembers the previous time he  took a pit stop in Freddy’s place. It never ceases   00:01:42.360 --> 00:01:47.280 to amaze him that it even exists. After all,  there’s not another diner like it from here in   00:01:47.280 --> 00:01:52.740 California to the truck stops over in New Jersey.  And the Trucker knows he’d pick Freddy’s Diner   00:01:52.740 --> 00:01:58.080 over any maritime-themed novelty seafood place -  he likes going there so much, he’s even kept it   00:01:58.080 --> 00:02:02.700 a secret from his fellow truckers on the road.  He’d simply hate for everyone to start piling   00:02:02.700 --> 00:02:06.960 over there and turning his favorite spot into  a rowdy trucker hangout or tourist attraction.   00:02:06.960 --> 00:02:11.820 Pulling his truck up outside, the Trucker  locks the vehicle up securely and heads inside. 00:02:11.820 --> 00:02:17.040 From outside, it’s just a calm, quiet-seeming  place, a diner like any other in that   00:02:17.040 --> 00:02:22.440 stereotypical 1950s style. That’s part of what  the Trucker likes so much about Freddy’s, it’s   00:02:22.440 --> 00:02:27.540 got that comforting, nostalgic feeling to it. Like  one of the few remaining vestiges of an era that   00:02:27.540 --> 00:02:33.240 nearly nobody alive remembers anymore, except from  seeing it secondhand in old movies. But despite   00:02:33.240 --> 00:02:37.500 it looking quiet, practically empty from the  outside, stepping through the doors at Freddy’s   00:02:37.500 --> 00:02:42.240 is like setting foot on another planet. The  entrance isn’t just the way into the restaurant,   00:02:42.240 --> 00:02:47.760 it’s the access point to the Trucker’s other  favorite part about visiting there: the people. 00:02:47.760 --> 00:02:52.800 At first, it seems normal, there’s always a  decent number of customers bustling about,   00:02:52.800 --> 00:02:58.200 talking to each other or ordering from Freddy, the  friendly, silver-haired old owner, dressed in his   00:02:58.200 --> 00:03:03.720 typical pinstriped apron over a shirt and bowtie.  No matter if he’s in the middle of serving a   00:03:03.720 --> 00:03:09.180 customer, Freddy always turns to greet the newest  arrival with a warm smile and his classic motto: 00:03:09.180 --> 00:03:14.760 “Welcome to Freddy's Diner, the only place where  you can eat cuisine that's out of your world!” 00:03:14.760 --> 00:03:20.580 The Trucker loves how gradually it creeps up on  him. Taking a cursory glance around the diner,   00:03:20.580 --> 00:03:25.740 nothing seems all that out of the ordinary. But  looking closer, he enjoys noticing the other   00:03:25.740 --> 00:03:31.980 patrons and how… eccentric they all seem. When  taking a gamble on Freddy’s and making his first   00:03:31.980 --> 00:03:37.080 ever visit on another long drive to California,  the Trucker finds himself convinced that there   00:03:37.080 --> 00:03:43.140 must be some kind of science fiction or comic book  convention in town. Then soon after, he starts to   00:03:43.140 --> 00:03:47.220 get a little worried, thinking that maybe he’s  been on the road too long and is starting to see   00:03:47.220 --> 00:03:52.620 hallucinations out of pure exhaustion. But now,  he’s been in enough times to know the folks who   00:03:52.620 --> 00:03:58.140 pitch up to eat at Freddy’s Diner… well, the best  way to put it is that they’re from out of town. 00:03:58.920 --> 00:04:03.900 Wandering past the bar, looking for somewhere to  sit down. the Trucker notices a trio of figures   00:04:03.900 --> 00:04:07.740 sitting down and enjoying plates full of  freshly grilled burgers and baskets of   00:04:07.740 --> 00:04:12.060 golden fries hot from the fryer. What does  it matter that all three are wearing huge,   00:04:12.060 --> 00:04:14.880 bulky space suits, with metal  piping snaking down them,   00:04:14.880 --> 00:04:18.900 and vents hissing out warm steam? They’re  just enjoying their meals, after all. 00:04:18.900 --> 00:04:22.620 The Trucker finds a vacant booth and sits  down on the comfortable leather seat,   00:04:22.620 --> 00:04:25.140 scanning the diner for Freddy  so he can order a coffee.   00:04:25.740 --> 00:04:31.080 Sitting across from him at the opposite booth, his  eyes fall across a couple, smiling and giggling to   00:04:31.080 --> 00:04:36.120 each other as they chat. He’s so caught up in  their infectious positive vibes that he barely   00:04:36.120 --> 00:04:41.100 realizes how one of them has had her entire right  arm replaced with an intricate cybernetic one,   00:04:41.100 --> 00:04:47.040 or that the other is entirely blue and has pointed  ears. It’s just nice seeing how happy they are! 00:04:47.700 --> 00:04:51.360 That’s when a voice that sounds like  someone gargling water chimes up,   00:04:51.360 --> 00:04:54.480 and a sinewy tentacle grabs the  Trucker by his flannel shirt. 00:04:54.480 --> 00:04:59.820 “Hey, what the hell do you think you’re  doing?” the Patron gurgles. “I get up to   00:04:59.820 --> 00:05:06.420 use the bathroom for five minutes and find some  chump in my seat? That’s my table, pipsqueak!” 00:05:06.420 --> 00:05:11.280 Moments later, the Trucker is on the floor,  looking up at a creature he’s never seen before.   00:05:11.280 --> 00:05:17.640 In fact, he’s not even sure if the Patron  is human. Judging by the chewing gum head   00:05:17.640 --> 00:05:21.840 and the disproportionate limbs protruding  from random points across its blobby body,   00:05:21.840 --> 00:05:25.980 it’s a safe bet that it isn’t. The  Trucker stumbles towards the bar,   00:05:25.980 --> 00:05:31.140 and asks Freddy for a cup of coffee - a strong  one, to wake him up in case he’s dreaming.   00:05:31.140 --> 00:05:34.380 Across his visits to the diner,  he’s been convinced that all   00:05:34.380 --> 00:05:38.940 the flamboyant and eccentrically dressed  customers are all just wearing costumes,   00:05:38.940 --> 00:05:44.040 either for a local convention or because of an  anything goes dress code. But after seeing the   00:05:44.040 --> 00:05:49.020 Patron, the Trucker’s starting to think that he  might’ve been very, very wrong about this place. 00:05:49.020 --> 00:05:54.120 Not to be confused with a certain pizzeria  populated with quirky animatronic characters,   00:05:54.120 --> 00:06:00.480 Freddy’s Diner is a restaurant experience like  no other. But if you’re hoping to experience its   00:06:00.480 --> 00:06:04.920 comfort food and unique atmosphere for yourself,  then you might have a hard time getting past the   00:06:04.920 --> 00:06:09.960 quarantine zone that now surrounds the diner,  thanks to the SCP Foundation. Technically,   00:06:09.960 --> 00:06:14.820 Freddy’s Diner is still very much in business,  although you’re not likely to see anyone stepping   00:06:14.820 --> 00:06:19.620 through or out of the front doors any time  soon. Well, not from this dimension, at least. 00:06:19.620 --> 00:06:26.520 Before it would go on to be known as SCP-4258, the  SCP Foundation learns of this seemingly innocuous   00:06:26.520 --> 00:06:31.920 restaurant two months after it first appears. To  begin, none of the people that live in the nearby   00:06:31.920 --> 00:06:37.440 area pay the place much mind. As far as they know,  Freddy’s Diner is just a harmless, fifties themed   00:06:37.440 --> 00:06:42.840 diner. Each and every one of them remains totally  unaware that their memories have been tampered   00:06:42.840 --> 00:06:48.120 with, so that as far as they’re concerned,  SCP-4258 feels like it’s always been a local   00:06:48.120 --> 00:06:53.700 staple, despite only having been around for a few  short months. However, some new folks roll into   00:06:53.700 --> 00:06:58.740 town, and pretty soon, the Foundation are getting  rather suspicious about Freddy’s Diner, thanks to   00:06:58.740 --> 00:07:02.820 abundant reports of a “strange restaurant  with weird cosplayers” from the newcomers. 00:07:03.480 --> 00:07:08.760 They send in an undercover Agent to investigate,  making sure to be as subtle as possible. After   00:07:08.760 --> 00:07:12.720 all, at this point there’s still every  possibility that Freddy’s Diner really   00:07:12.720 --> 00:07:17.880 is just a hot spot for cosplayers and other  eccentrically dressed individuals. But if   00:07:17.880 --> 00:07:23.040 only things were that simple. Inside, the Agent  is greeted by familiar, nostalgic surroundings.   00:07:23.040 --> 00:07:27.600 Circular seated bar stools, black and white  tiled floors like a chessboard underfoot,   00:07:27.600 --> 00:07:32.220 a jukebox in one corner blaring out hits from  the likes of Chuck Berry and Elvis Presley.   00:07:32.220 --> 00:07:38.280 Even the menu has all the old classics on there;  thick, frothy milkshakes served in tall glasses,   00:07:38.280 --> 00:07:44.220 freshly made burgers and fries, the kind of food  that fits the atmosphere of the 1950s. The thing   00:07:44.220 --> 00:07:50.460 that doesn’t, of course, is the various unusual  customers that frequently eat at Freddy’s Diner. 00:07:50.460 --> 00:07:54.720 Even without his extensive training in  identifying anomalies, it doesn’t take   00:07:54.720 --> 00:07:57.960 the Foundation’s Agent very long  to realize that some of the people   00:07:57.960 --> 00:08:03.900 enjoying their meals inside SCP-4258  aren’t all human. Some are, in fact,   00:08:03.900 --> 00:08:08.640 most of them do still resemble something close  to humanoid. Although, upon closer inspection,   00:08:08.640 --> 00:08:14.880 it would appear that almost everyone in the diner  has widely different physiology. Even those that   00:08:14.880 --> 00:08:20.100 look mostly human on the outside aren’t a perfect  match - at least, by our standards. That’s because   00:08:20.100 --> 00:08:24.780 everyone who visits Freddy’s Diner… has  come from a completely different reality. 00:08:24.780 --> 00:08:30.600 SCP-4258 isn’t your average diner  - it’s an interdimensional diner.   00:08:31.140 --> 00:08:35.760 People from all across the multiverse have made  their way to this specific restaurant for a bite.   00:08:35.760 --> 00:08:40.080 And it’s definitely popular with those that  visit. Freddy’s Diner might be the only   00:08:40.080 --> 00:08:44.760 restaurant that can claim to be multiversally  loved, frequented by customers from multiple   00:08:44.760 --> 00:08:49.320 different dimensions all at once. Some days,  you might see little more to indicate this   00:08:49.320 --> 00:08:53.700 than a few patrons wearing weird clothing,  the kind that you’ve never seen before. A   00:08:53.700 --> 00:08:58.620 sight like that is easy to write off as a bizarre  fashion statement, after all. But on other days,   00:08:58.620 --> 00:09:03.000 when you find yourself enjoying a classically  made milkshake at the bar when a six and a half   00:09:03.000 --> 00:09:07.500 foot anthropomorphic slime creature sits down  on the stool next to you, then it becomes a bit   00:09:07.500 --> 00:09:12.600 more apparent that Freddy’s Diner is anything  but ordinary. And the Agent sent to investigate   00:09:12.600 --> 00:09:16.920 the place by the Foundation quickly gets that  very same impression during his first visit. 00:09:16.920 --> 00:09:23.340 Perhaps in an effort not to get swept up in the  wonderous, Mos Eisley Cantina energy of SCP-4258,   00:09:23.340 --> 00:09:27.660 the Agent approaches the bar and begins to  conduct an impromptu interview in the field.   00:09:27.660 --> 00:09:32.940 He talks direct with an old gentleman who appears  to be running the place, the sole worker and owner   00:09:32.940 --> 00:09:38.580 of the establishment, the man the diner is named  after: Freddy. Although, he’ll later become known   00:09:38.580 --> 00:09:45.120 as SCP-4258-1. Freddy greets the Agent with the  same charming, well-mannered demeanor as all   00:09:45.120 --> 00:09:49.380 his customers, before the Agent starts trying to  get to the bottom of what exactly the place is. 00:09:49.380 --> 00:09:53.640 “It’s a diner,” Freddy tells  him after a quick chuckle.   00:09:53.640 --> 00:09:55.860 “They don’t have these in your dimension, kid?” 00:09:55.860 --> 00:10:00.600 The Agent clarifies that they are, indeed,  similar diners elsewhere in this dimension.   00:10:00.600 --> 00:10:05.520 Although they aren’t quite like Freddy’s. The  owner reassured the Agent that he’s only kidding,   00:10:05.520 --> 00:10:09.840 and then delivers the diner’s motto - which  apparently took him a century to come up with: 00:10:10.560 --> 00:10:15.360 “Welcome to Freddy's Diner, the only place where  you can eat cuisine that's out of your world!” 00:10:16.080 --> 00:10:21.120 Being well versed in the anomalous, and aware of  the existence of other universes, it doesn’t take   00:10:21.120 --> 00:10:26.400 the Agent very long to figure out that this diner  acts as some form of multiversal junction point,   00:10:26.400 --> 00:10:31.620 a nexus where various different worlds can  intersect. But Freddy points out that’s not   00:10:31.620 --> 00:10:36.660 exactly entirely correct, but the Agent has at  least grasped some of the core principle. More   00:10:36.660 --> 00:10:40.800 than happy to converse with his new customer,  Freddy explains that his Diner exists in what   00:10:40.800 --> 00:10:45.780 is known as ‘todash space’. This, according  to him, is the space between dimensions,   00:10:45.780 --> 00:10:51.600 and the door to SCP-4258 does indeed connect to  all sorts of drastically different realities. 00:10:51.600 --> 00:10:56.580 As the Agent takes a look through the diner  windows, he notices a change in the scenery.   00:10:56.580 --> 00:11:01.740 Where there was once the familiar setting  of Earth, there is now a wide, sprawling   00:11:01.740 --> 00:11:07.080 desert that seems to stretch endlessly  into the horizon and beyond. Just then,   00:11:07.080 --> 00:11:11.220 a tall humanoid figure wearing a mask  steps into Freddy’s Diner, wrapped in   00:11:11.220 --> 00:11:16.860 extravagant robes. Freddy greets the newcomer  as Quarelth, he’s clearly a regular customer.   00:11:16.860 --> 00:11:21.960 The Agent returns to questioning the old man,  curious as to how the diner actually functions,   00:11:21.960 --> 00:11:26.160 and hoping to gain as much intelligence on  the matter as possible for the SCP Foundation. 00:11:26.820 --> 00:11:31.980 One of the main questions the Agent wants answered  is, if Freddy’s Diner exists between dimensions,   00:11:31.980 --> 00:11:35.760 how can the customers possibly  pay for their meals. After all,   00:11:35.760 --> 00:11:39.780 even on Earth there are multiple forms of  currency with different competing values.   00:11:40.440 --> 00:11:45.120 Across an infinite number of entire universes,  there’s hardly going to be one multiversally   00:11:45.120 --> 00:11:50.400 accepted form of payment. But luckily, Freddy  has an answer, even if it is a little abstract.   00:11:50.400 --> 00:11:56.280 As he explains it, the restaurant is funded  - in a sense - by something called Empathius. 00:11:56.280 --> 00:12:00.480 “You know that happy feeling you get when  you remember something nice or someone   00:12:00.480 --> 00:12:04.920 compliments you? The restaurant feeds off  that, it's what keeps the place running.” 00:12:04.920 --> 00:12:09.780 Confused as to what he means, the Agent asks  for clarity - for a moment, it sounds like   00:12:09.780 --> 00:12:14.220 Freddy’s Diner extracts positive emotions from  its clientele, like a leech draining blood!   00:12:14.940 --> 00:12:19.440 But Freddy assures him that it’s not quite  the same. The diner itself only takes away   00:12:19.440 --> 00:12:24.300 the excess Empathius, the positive emotions,  that its customers experience from being there,   00:12:24.300 --> 00:12:28.800 enjoying their meals and the atmosphere of the  interdimensional diner. Freddy likens it to   00:12:28.800 --> 00:12:33.480 trimming the edges of a hedge, SCP-4258  doesn’t rob people of their enjoyment,   00:12:33.480 --> 00:12:37.800 it just takes a little bit to keep the  lights on. The patrons that visit only   00:12:37.800 --> 00:12:42.060 have to feel happiness, and that’s the only  payment for their meal that Freddy wants. 00:12:42.060 --> 00:12:46.920 That brings the Agent to a final question: if  the restaurant takes a little bit of Empathius   00:12:46.920 --> 00:12:53.340 as payment, then what exactly is Freddy? The owner  chuckles and says he’s just an old man looking to   00:12:53.340 --> 00:12:58.680 make good food. Speaking of which, he offers to  take the Agent’s order. Not wanting to be rude,   00:12:58.680 --> 00:13:02.880 the Agent asks for a hamburger and fries  to go. He tries to see if there are any   00:13:02.880 --> 00:13:06.120 other staff working in the kitchen, but  there doesn’t look to be anyone at all.   00:13:06.120 --> 00:13:09.780 Save for a pair of transparent hands that  place a plate down on the kitchen line. 00:13:10.320 --> 00:13:14.340 Foundation researchers conduct a few different  tests on the food that the Agent received from   00:13:14.340 --> 00:13:20.400 SCP-4258, but their analysis quickly reveals that  there’s nothing harmful about it at all. It’s just   00:13:20.400 --> 00:13:25.620 a well-made burger. The Agent is subsequently sent  back to the diner to gather more information about   00:13:25.620 --> 00:13:30.120 it. This time, he is given instructions from  the Foundation to change up his approach and   00:13:30.120 --> 00:13:33.840 speak with some of the customers instead,  to see what they think of Freddy’s Diner. 00:13:33.840 --> 00:13:38.340 After all, despite his friendly demeanor,  the old man could always be a liar,   00:13:38.340 --> 00:13:42.780 trying to cover up a more sinister nature  to his restaurant so he can lure in more   00:13:42.780 --> 00:13:47.340 unsuspecting people from across the multiverse.  Although the Agent has little reason to suspect   00:13:47.340 --> 00:13:52.140 anything untoward about SCP-4258, the  Foundation is nothing if not thorough. 00:13:52.860 --> 00:13:57.120 During his second visit, the Agent sits down  with one of the customers enjoying a meal at   00:13:57.120 --> 00:14:02.340 Freddy’s Diner, a humanoid being whose body is  composed entirely of different types of stone.   00:14:02.880 --> 00:14:06.480 Just from a cursory glance, there  looks to be a mixture of basalt,   00:14:06.480 --> 00:14:11.340 granite, and limestone all over the  entity, who introduces itself as… Rock.   00:14:12.060 --> 00:14:15.480 The Agent starts by remarking that the  creature has a very interesting name. 00:14:15.480 --> 00:14:19.020 “EVERYONE ON ROCK’S WORLD IS NAMED ROCK.” 00:14:19.020 --> 00:14:22.620 Pushing for more information on  the creature’s universe, the Agent   00:14:22.620 --> 00:14:26.160 decides to ask if Rock’s homeworld  has a name, to which the reply is: 00:14:26.160 --> 00:14:27.420 “ROCK.” 00:14:27.420 --> 00:14:31.200 As far as the Agent can attain from  Rock’s fairly blunt description,   00:14:31.200 --> 00:14:35.820 the stone entity originates from a universe  that lacks any lifeforms with flesh and blood   00:14:35.820 --> 00:14:41.340 bodies - or ‘Squishies’ as Rock refers to  them. It also states - with a similar lack   00:14:41.340 --> 00:14:45.660 of descriptive detail - that its home universe  also lacks anything resembling vegetation,   00:14:45.660 --> 00:14:50.280 there are no trees or plants, which means  that the denizens of this dimension only eat: 00:14:50.280 --> 00:14:53.340 “ROCK. VERY DELICIOUS, YES.” 00:14:54.060 --> 00:14:58.500 The Agent submits a proposal to the Foundation  for a third visit to Freddy’s Diner, writing in   00:14:58.500 --> 00:15:02.940 his report that his latest interview has proven  to be “completely useless”. Although, it does   00:15:02.940 --> 00:15:08.100 at least provide one interesting detail about  SCP-4258 - besides all the facts about rocks.   00:15:08.640 --> 00:15:13.140 It seems that everyone within Freddy’s Diner,  regardless of which dimension they originate from,   00:15:13.140 --> 00:15:18.060 is capable of understanding each other. It’s  almost like a multiversal translator is in   00:15:18.060 --> 00:15:22.260 effect within the restaurant itself, to make it  easier for Freddy and his patrons to communicate. 00:15:22.260 --> 00:15:28.320 Returning to SCP-4258 for a third time, the Agent  finds himself striking up a conversation with   00:15:28.320 --> 00:15:34.440 a rather familiar face: his own. Against the  improbable odds of infinite different people   00:15:34.440 --> 00:15:38.880 across an infinite number of universes in an  endless multiverse, the Foundation Agent happens   00:15:38.880 --> 00:15:43.800 to bump into one of his own counterparts from an  alternate reality. And for the most part, this   00:15:43.800 --> 00:15:48.000 Alternate Agent seems to be from a universe that  is practically identical to the first Agent’s. 00:15:48.720 --> 00:15:52.140 The two men sit down and begin to have  a friendly discussion almost immediately   00:15:52.140 --> 00:15:56.520 after entering Freddy’s Diner. After all, it’s  likely that nobody else in the establishment   00:15:56.520 --> 00:16:00.960 is as familiar with each other as the pair of  them are. The first Agent is quick to remark   00:16:00.960 --> 00:16:04.500 at how strange this encounter is, even  amongst his own years of experience at   00:16:04.500 --> 00:16:08.880 the SCP Foundation. Working with anomalies  on a day-to-day basis is strange enough,   00:16:08.880 --> 00:16:13.920 but interviewing an alternate version of yourself  has to be a jarring experience, to say the least! 00:16:13.920 --> 00:16:17.880 The Agent tries to establish any major  differences between their two universes,   00:16:17.880 --> 00:16:22.680 asking his counterpart who he works for in  his reality. The Alternate Agent explains   00:16:22.680 --> 00:16:27.480 that he also works for the SCP Foundation, or  another version of it. So far, no differences.   00:16:28.020 --> 00:16:33.720 Next, the Agent asks a more personal question: is  the Alternate Agent married? It turns out, he is,   00:16:33.720 --> 00:16:37.800 as a matter of fact they both are - and their  wives are not only alternates of each other,   00:16:37.800 --> 00:16:41.040 but both versions of the couple  have been together for twenty years. 00:16:41.040 --> 00:16:45.840 Next, the Agent asks his interdimensional  doppelganger to describe his world in more   00:16:45.840 --> 00:16:49.440 detail. More than happy to oblige,  the Alternate Agent describes that,   00:16:49.440 --> 00:16:54.060 in his universe, it is currently the twenty-first  century. Most of the socio-economic issues   00:16:54.060 --> 00:16:57.960 faced in this dimension are the same as  this one: political corruption is rife,   00:16:57.960 --> 00:17:02.460 there are shortages of essentials like food and  water in many countries, along with various other   00:17:02.460 --> 00:17:07.200 problems. But, the Alternate remarks, there  are good things there too, like Shark Week. 00:17:07.920 --> 00:17:10.560 “That sounds fairly close to our world,” The Agent   00:17:10.560 --> 00:17:14.220 observes. “Seems like there aren't any  noticeable differences between the two.” 00:17:14.220 --> 00:17:18.660 “Guess not. Pretty funny, huh?” his  alternate reality counterpart replies. 00:17:18.660 --> 00:17:22.140 It is at this point during the interview  that Freddy comes over to give the Alternate   00:17:22.140 --> 00:17:26.520 Agent his order: a burger and fries,  presented in delicious fashion on a plate. 00:17:26.520 --> 00:17:31.980 “Awesome, thanks Fred!” the Alternate Agent says,  before turning to his food. “Time to chow down!” 00:17:31.980 --> 00:17:36.780 Then, the Alternate Agent’s jaw proceeds  to unhinge, revealing multiple rows of   00:17:36.780 --> 00:17:41.280 razor-sharp teeth hidden behind the front-facing  human set. He lifts up the plate and begins to   00:17:41.280 --> 00:17:45.420 violently consume the burger and fries he ordered.  Having devoured the meal in a manner of minutes,   00:17:45.420 --> 00:17:50.280 the Alternate Agent then eats the plate his food  was set out on, crunching down chunks of ceramic. 00:17:50.880 --> 00:17:53.280 Returning to the Foundation, the first Agent later   00:17:53.280 --> 00:17:57.360 requests to be administered with  amnestics. His request is denied. 00:17:57.360 --> 00:18:02.640 Check out the Dr. Bob Patreon and become  a junior researcher today! Now go and   00:18:02.640 --> 00:18:07.620 watch another entry from the files of Dr.  Bob, like SCP-5126 - Eat Your Mattress!