A Prisoner of the Meat Suit

I’ve designed a prison uniform. It limits the wearer severely. The prisoner can’t fly, he can’t shoot lightning bolts, he can’t bend space and time to his will. He will not recall he was once a god; the suit instills fear and respect for his masters.”

“Of what is this remarkable garment fashioned?”
“Meat. Pure meat…”
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