Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Mission Log: Day 12
For nearly two weeks now I have attempted to consume all of the fingers from the one they call "daddy". Despite my valiant efforts, the cursed digits remain. Perhaps I will have more success with his nose, which I recently located and attempt to eat at every opportunity. Furthermore, I now find myself greatly outnumbered, for in addition to "mommy", "daddy", and "grandma", another has arrived -- one called "grandpa". And I hear that soon there will be two "grandmas" here, which I can only imagine will lead to doubling of the rations of the unspeakable tortures they call "changing" and "bathtime". Worst of all, I expect more of this "singing", some sort of biosonic weaponry that leaves me wide-eyed and stunned. The fiends!
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