In the human realm, a fly is heard buzzing near a table of old, rotten food. Followed by a loud swat as the wind of the newspaper hits the table, curled up as a weapon. At this moment, the humans' movements seemed slow-motioned.
"I hate flies! DIE just die!" a grumpy elderly voice scolded through the air. The fly was simply just trying to get to the old plate left on the table for days with rotten apple pieces cut up on it. Amidst the rush whilst dodging the newspaper using his fly instincts- the fly for the first time had a thought come upon it, thinking it wants a chance at being human, how it would do better than this lousy old fart that's attacking it. It pondered how unfair it was that a fly's lifespan was so short without a greater purpose and how these humans wasted their long-lived lives daily, leaving nothing but scraps everywhere.
The human kept swatting at the fly until it seemed to stop. The prior slow-motioned movements now seemed to be undetectable, and with one big SWAT, the human killed the fly on the table and uttered "you're not welcome here! If you want to eat at this table, become a human ahahah". The old man laughed unknowingly of what lies ahead.