Dean was in his cell. He was thinking about his life.
What about that one Mud, maybe he was patting me on the back.......no, it was trying to stab me! Or that Gabbit, it just splashed me.....no, it was trying to get me mad so I'd come in after it and drown! And maybe I shouldn't have killed that old Vykker lady, or maybe it was a man, it was trying to feed me cookies........Nah, it was trying to poisin me! They were all trying to kill me! Stupid Oddworld creatures!
He kicked the ultra sqishy wall of his containment cell.
I hate this room! I can't even hurt myself! I wan't to excape! Maybe i'll rethink my life, become a better person...but for the moment I wan't out of this room! Hmmm, how could I get out? Maybe if I act normal for a while, they'll try to take me to another cell and then I can make my excape! I'll just go limp after the first Snuzi shot! HAHA! I can do this!
Just then Slim walked into his cell to bring him his Lunch.
"Here you go you crazy mud!" Slim said, lowering the Fuzzle he brought in for him.
"Umm, I don't feel like eating that...can I have some normal food?" Dean said, trying to hide the suspicion in his voice and the smile on his face.
So Slim left the room, and 10 minutes later he came back with a cooked fuzzle, with the hair still on.
"There ya go." said Slim, sounding irritated.
"That's normal?" asked Dean.
"Normal for you! Now eat!" Slim said, pointing his gun at Dean.
So Dean ate, it tasted so much better when the animal was still alive and squrming down your throat, but it wasn't terrible.
"OK, thanx..." said Dean
"Shut up!" said Slim, hitting Dean with the butt of his gun.
Slim pointing his gun at Dean, walked backwards toward the door.
Hmm, I think that went well! thought Dean.
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