Yeah, I'll try to, but for now I just have to get the site up and running.
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About halfway through the night, as I sat there shivering, the lights suddenly turned on. I heard incessant muttering and mumbling about "late hours" and "dumb job". A rather stout Vykker walked into the lab, holding a faded tan file folder. He tossed it on the table right next to me. I stretched my tiny head to see what it was. On the top label it read "Vykker, Earwig". It must be for Earwig. There was a large red stamp on the front that said, "Yer Fired You Twit!" Earwig was fired. But for what?
Suddenly, I remembered yesterday's events. The whispering. The peering around. The discreet paper bag. Earwig wasn't doing his work. He was working on a secret project, and the others must have found out.
Well, at least he's gone now. No more screeching, taunting or obscure, strange head tatoos.
I did not sleep soundly last night. After the stout Vykker had left, I finally tried to rest my eyes. If it wasn't for those annoying ratz skittering and squeaking across the cold, dirty tiled floor all night, I could have gotten at least a bit of sleep.
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The next day, I was assigned to a new Vykker. This one's name was Timothy, but he forced everyone to call him "Sinister Dr. X". He would spend his breaks practicing his manaical laugh in the office. But hey, at least he went easy on me.
Sinister Dr. X slinked over to me in his long, black leather lab coat and eye patch. Even though he supplied his own costume, he still followed the rules. He wore the regulatory I.D. badge and a large metallic medical disk strapped to his forehead.
As he loomed over me trying ever so hard to look evil, I noticed my reflection in his medical disk. Where was all of my fur? The Pain-B-Gone treatment Earwig had given me had burnt off all my fur. I was now bald, pink, and humiliated. I also noticed my right eye was very pale and colorless. Of course, nobody cared. My new "home" was on the lab table, since they had never taken me back to my cage after Earwig was fired. My new neighbors were horribly distorted, even worse than me. A fuzzle to my left was horribly bloated and blubbery. Occasionally his drool would drip onto me. I think my cage used to be next to his. He used to look very dignified and educated (for a fuzzle, anyways). Now he looked like a horribly overweight baby. The fuzzle to the right of me was pink and bald like me, and his teeth had gradually rotted away from the product the Vykkers tested on him. It was always painful to watch him try to eat, since all he had was his gums now. I felt sorry for both very much.
"Nnnn...wah.....bwahaha!" screamed Sinister Dr. X. "Nnnn...wah...now you must survive my ultimate eeeeevil plan, you silly, silly fuzzle!" he pulled a soda can out of his lab coat. It was labeled Expresso. "Nnnn...wah,,,I shall call this...PLAN X! Nnnn...wah...bwahahahaha!" His sullen, squat intern, Bhudda, was tossing a fuzzle up in the air over and over behind the crazy Vykker.
He popped the lid on the soda can and thrust it into my face. "Nnn...wah...drink it, you silly, silly being!" Having no other choice, I guzzled down the bubbly, cold liquid.
I suddenly felt a rush of heat flush through my body, followed by a rush of ice. I looked around. Bhudda was still tossing the fuzzle in the air, but something was different. I watched the fuzzle as it was tossed straight up once again. It flew slower. Much slower. I looked at Sinister Dr. X. He was saying something, but he was moving much slower too. His voice was sluggish and much deeper than before.
This must be some sort of time-warping beverage. But why would the Vykkers want to slow everything down?
Sinister Dr. X very slowly unstrapped me from the labratory table. It had been many months since I had been off of the table, and I have solid indentations on my sides from the straps. Sinister Dr. X was taking me to another room, a much cleaner room. Okay, this whole slow thing is getting kind of annoying. Honestly, should it take someone that long just to walk about fifteen yards?
I felt his sharp, pinching hands release my body. I noticed even gravity was slower as I hovered down into a large, topless cage. I bounced about impatiently in the rusty brown cage, attempting to chew my way through. Wait a second. If everything else is so slow, how come I'm moving as quickly as I normally am?
Finally, I saw things suddenly speed up to their normal velocity. Sinister Dr. X was muttering something happily about it working and success and soon he will rule the world as he slinked over and picked me up. I was promptly returned to my lab table that night.
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