"But now babies see me and report their sightings. Their eyes are taking mental notes." -Jeannie Hoag, from New Age of Ferociousness

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All of my inside-parts are replaced with little beasts. They tickle my insides when I feel sad. So, in that respect, they are not completely un-functional. But my heart doesn’t pump blood anymore. My stomach doesn’t digest food. My lungs don’t take in any oxygen, or expel any carbon dioxide. I’m slowly dying, and my little beasts constantly apologize to me. I’m sorry that you’re dying, but we needed a good home they say.