You enter a blank room that is...indescribable. You cannot describe it.

In the center of it is a crowd of incredibly normal people looking at you with identical blank expressions.

Each of them have perfectly normal haircuts and perfectly normal facial features and you're pretty sure each of them have perfectly normal names like John, Mary, Ahmed, Li, Alex or Susan (“Call me Sue”).

As one, they turn to look at you.

"Uh. Hello?"

"It's not so clear" they intone in an echoing chorus, pointing to a sign hanging on the wall.

Ask us your moral quandaries, it reads.

Okay then.

"Is it okay that I really don't like that guy who has all those baby faced worms?" you ask, testing the waters.

"It's not good." they say as one.

You're not sure you agree with that, but might as well go on and ask your REAL question.

"Am I a bad person for wanting to read that flower girls' FAQ no matter what it does to my body?"

"It's not so clear" they say, shrugging helplessly.

Well then. No useful content here.