He watched his babies as they slept in their cribs. They looked like little angels. He smiled and realized he could easily watch them all night long, they were so adorable.
And then he felt nauseated again. It always worked out that way. Whenever he felt himself getting attached to his babies, those feelings were quickly followed by the guilt once Qorkin reminded himself that he was only raising these babies for food for the people of Zeldur and that only one of them, ultimately, would be his–the one he would eat someday for dinner.
Aaaaand BOOM! You just got SCIENCE FICTION TWIST ENDING’D.