Welcome to Chop Suey! We are open any time you feel a craving for the sweet flesh of others, and at all other times, we are floating in silent void with only our thoughts to serve ourselves. We're a rather swanky little joint, serving only the finest of Pork, Beef, Turkey, Chicken, Self-Meats, Soul Meats, and dark magic accessories!

Well… selling is kind of a strong word. More like… we hold you down and forcefully implant a blood stone or black magic glyph into a vital part of your soul, so that you can always stop by! I will admit, business has been sort of slow ever since Celestia imposed that Anti-Meat & Meat-Byproducts Act, and it is kind of a pain considering our store appears in Canterlot every time we are meshed with this reality, but I'm sure it won't affect us in the long run.

So come on by! Have a slice! Contemplate the nature of your existence and what it means to those around you! Shriek in horror, and drop the bag of Mesquite Turkey you just bought as you run out the door screaming as you fully comprehend the notion that your existence is just the hallucination of some unknown God, unfathomable and unknowable!

Have a slice! Have a slice of yourself! Eat yourself! Eat yourself and contemplate how you can exist! Eat the proof of your existence!

Chop Suey: Where nothing is as it seems, and the sun has a giant hole in it!

(Welcome to Nightvale knockoff/thing for those of you not in the know)