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To the extent that the bread is identified as a human head, its unfolding destruction (sanctioned by the group) is horrific and fascinating.

The transformation reminds us of the panic and terror that accompanies the metamorphosis in a werewolf film, or the moment when an explosion in a war film brutally divides a soldier into pieces of human-like meat. A deep discomfort characterises our experience of events that violate our sense that there is something sacred about the state we call humanness.