If I was somehow transformed into a biscuit and got the choice which biscuit I’d become, I would have to chose; An an ugly, broccoli flavoured biscuit covered in glass and animal feces, because I don’t want to be eaten.
If I was a biscuit, I’m assuming I’d retain my full sentience, then logically I would not want to be consumed by someone so being of a foul taste would greatly benefit me. Now you could argue that being covered in glass and animal feces would result in me decomposing and as-such dying in a much worse way; but frankly I think a natural decomposition would be a far more peaceful and dignified death; because honestly would you rather die of an illness in old age or being eaten alive? Besides; would anyone actually want to live as a biscuit for an extended period of time? Think about it: you can’t move, talk or speak at all and your entire purpose in life is to be eaten, or if you’re (un)lucky dipped in coffee and then eaten, sounds like hell to me.
I hope that paragraph gave you insight into Libertarian Socalism or whatever I was just writing about.