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You. You are an animal. The divide between human and beast is an illusion, stops you unlocking your full potential -- your connection with primal impulses and power.
There are times when an operant's humanity prevents them from getting the job done...
Throw open the cage, let the beast come forward in all its stinking, biting glory.
Awwooouu!
The animal is out!
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Leave animal-you in her cage.
Why'd you leave it there to whimper, you tit?
You feel that, rattling around inside you?
What is it?
It's part of you. Fangs, claws, nasty glowing eyes and all that. The animal within.
It's been caged down there for years, sticking its snout in the lightless dirt, licking the insides of aluminium cans.
What type of animal?
I contain no cages or animals, only Hershel.
Hershel is an animal, you tit. The divide between human and beast is an illusion, stops you unlocking your full potential -- your connection with primal impulses and power.
Must be something I ate.
It wasn't fuck you ate. It's part of you. Part with fangs, claws, nasty glowing eyes and all that. The animal within.
No. Where?
Inside you, cunt. It's the animal within. Fangs, claws, nasty glowing eyes and all that.