Kurt Vonnegut had a great bit in Slaughterhouse Five, a scene where American POWs are shipped by cattle car in the brutal cold to serve as slave laborers in Nazi Germany. The first day men were struck with dysentery, and the car filled with their runny excrement, which then froze. To the groans and complaints a bum in the corner said, “you think this is bad? I’ve seen much worse than this.”
The next night, in frigid temperature, with no food or water, men began to die. Conditions got progressively more desperate as the train made its way to Dresden. “You think this is bad?” said the bum “I’ve seen much worse than this.”
The third day, writes Vonnegut, the bum died.
Dig it. Welcome to Widaen begins to freak out.