After forcing me to prepare and consume a hasty meal of bacon and eggs fried in holes punched in slices of rye bread,* they have not fed me since. I escaped twice, once on bicycle to purchase plants and the second time on a motorized scooter of some sort; found my way to a food emporium and stocked up. I was made to return and put to work grooming some sort of shaggy, green growth while one of the guards mocked my efforts, after which I raked up crunchy brown growths of some sort and bagged them for disposal. My injured knee aches and I have crept to a place of safety to make these notes....
*Try it, you'll like it!
Update: So, early this (next) morning, I hear, "Awwwww, roomie, I wasn't mocking you..." Followed, of course, by mutual snickering. Hullo? International Red Cross? Sheeeeeeesh.
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