 Good afternoon. For those of you who are new, my name is Agent Erkut, stepping in once again for Dr. Sherman. Today, we will be looking at SCP-3307. For those of you who are concerned, there is some disgustingly graphic material within this file. Take that as your warning. With that being said, let's begin. Item number. SCP-3307 Object Class, Euclid. Special Containment Procedures. SCP-3307 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell, currently in Site 17. The containment chamber for SCP-3307 is modified to allow for transport and disposal of produced materials through a garbage chute installed on a wall. In order to limit production of unwanted materials, personnel are to avoid line of sight with SCP-3307 when outside of a testing environment. If transportation is necessary, SCP-3307 must be rendered unconscious or otherwise made unable to detect the presence of any personnel interacting with it. Food items produced by SCP-3307 outside of a testing environment are to be confiscated and destroyed immediately. Description. SCP-3307, formerly known as Agent J. Is a human male roughly 32 years of age. SCP-3307 has no abnormal outward characteristics and is physically healthy. However, when in the presence of any other human, SCP-3307 will begin to produce food or drink inside its body, which is expelled by vomiting or defecation. This food forms in the stomach via an unknown process and travels up the esophagus or down the intestines, depending on the type of material created. This process does not cause SCP-3307 any physical distress, as SCP-3307's internal organs appear to be able to expand to allow harmless transport of materials, but can cause significant psychological distress, as SCP-3307 experiences trouble breathing while expelling food through the mouth. Since recovery, SCP-3307 has not felt the need to eat and has been unable to stomach any food it has been given. Food items produced by SCP-3307 are edible and have roughly the same nutritional value as a normal food item would. SCP-3307 is able to produce virtually any food or combination of foods. The type of food or drink created appears to depend on the individual SCP-3307 has been exposed to, and is almost always identified by the individual as a comfort food, or favorite food. Solid food items are expelled through the mouth, or anus in some instances. Liquid food items are most often expelled in a manner similar to urination. Due to the method by which food and drink items are produced, most individuals report feeling disgusted by the process and will not willingly consume produced items. If exposed to multiple individuals at the same time, food production will begin in order of which individual was perceived first. SCP-3307 was recovered following a field mission on November 23rd, this day was Thanksgiving Day in America on that year, during which members of MTF Theta-90, angle grinders, were exposed to a Class 2 spatial anomaly. Agent J.B.B. was, for approximately 30 minutes, missing in action, having reportedly lost contact with the rest of his team after being pulled into the spatial anomaly. Following this, Agent R.B.B. was ejected, unharmed, along with what appears to be a decorative plastic cornucopia, which has since been confiscated. After recovery of Agent R.B.B. and subsequent discovery of anomalous effects, Agent R.B.B. was designated SCP-3307 and contained. Testing log 3307-14b. The date of this recording was the 13th of March. The personnel tested were D-14892 and D-14873. Note, D-14892 was equipped with a cellular phone modified to only receive text messages from Dr. Reynard, who was observing via security camera placed in SCP-3307's containment chamber. SCP-3307 was initially unwilling to cooperate and suffered mild psychological distress during the following interview. I will now play the tape. D-14892 and 14873 enter SCP-3307's containment chamber. SCP-3307 is sitting at a table with two plates, two glasses, and cutlery. SCP-3307 has closed its eyes and covered its ears. So, we haven't lunch? Who's this guy? Beats me. I didn't see any... Hold on, they're sending me something. Approach SCP-3307, make sure it hears you. Okay then. Hey, you hear us? Shit. God fucking... SCP-3307 begins to dry heave. D-14892 and 14873 back away quickly. What the fuck? Are you okay, man? No, you fucking jackasses. SCP-3307 expels a small amount of mashed potatoes onto one of the plates and begins to leak gravy from its nostrils. Both of these are extremely runny due to coming in contact with saliva and mucus from SCP-3307. Oh god, what the hell? What is that shit? SCP-3307 continues to expel mashed potatoes for one minute before abruptly straightening up. Mashed fucking potatoes. This is your goddamn favorite food. What else? What are you talking about? What else is your favorite food? I can feel it. My grandma used to make me mashed potatoes. We'd have them with chicken legs. SCP-3307 begins to defecate two fried chicken legs, taking roughly one minute to complete. Following this, it places the chicken legs on the same plate as the mashed potatoes. What the fuck? Hey, let us out of here! What the fuck did you put us in here with? Okay, he's telling us to, uh, please remain calm. Return to the table and wait until SCP-3307 has finished expelling food. SCP-3307 expels cherry cola into the first glass and gestures to D14892. All right, you're next. Let's just get this over with. What is it? Cookie cake and beer? Oh, this isn't going down well. SCP-3307 begins to dry heat. Oh, fuck no. Oh, Jesus. Oh, my God, I can't keep watching this shit. Over the course of the next three minutes, SCP-3307 vomits a large slice of cookie cake, which is crumpled and covered with icing and produces beer from its nose. Oh, my God, why are you making us watch this shit? These are placed onto the other plate and into the second cup, respectively. Christ on a stick! Where is the God in all this? D14892 and 14873 begin to panic, but calm down once the process has completed. There is a short pause. What the fuck happened to you? SCP-3307 gestures to the food items on the plates. Whenever I see or hear someone, this happens. Bon fucking appetite. God, why? It's fucked up. I was on a mission and I slipped up, ended up falling into some kind of rip in space. A few minutes later, here I am. No idea how this happened. All I remember is seeing something in some sort of fucked up alien way. I think it meant to give us some sort of gift. Happy Thanksgiving, I guess. They don't expect us to eat this shit, do they? And long. Afterward. Following this, D14892 and D14873 were allowed to leave the containment chamber. Both were emotionally distressed and were suspicious of any food given to them for roughly two days. Further interviews regarding SCP-3307's perception of its intended purpose may take place in the future. Food items created during the duration of this test were disposed of by use of the garbage chute. Rather disgusting one this week, but of course I'm the one who gets to read them. If you have any questions about this file, please, for the love of God, do not refer them to me. I don't want to read this thing ever again. If you have any questions, refer them to Dr. Sherman. That concludes today's briefing. Thank you all. You may leave. Thank you for listening. Site 42 studios and its staff are funded by viewers like you. Please become a patron or visit our merch store at the link in our bio to support our work. Secure. Contain. Protect.