Our story begins with a pair of old people in an apartment full of crap, not unlike the old people in Rosemary’s Baby, but far less menacing. They dish up some brains they brought home from the butcher shop and take them to the bathroom, where they discover that whoever they were going to feed the brains to is gone. Then we see the olds go fucking nuts; they throw/break all their stuff out of the cabinets looking for this pet of theirs (or whatever) named Elmer, and finally they start screaming and foaming at the mouth...
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