Chaos Ensues
Anteaters, explosions...that's all well and good to get the average worker busy, busy, busy, but I've still got a drooping antenna.
Had a dream about the grasshopper last night. Saw him lurch back in sick surprise as we attacked him, the raw terror in his eyes a testament to the instant sobriety he found at that last moment. I can't get it out of my head, the way he just whimpered as we ripped him in two, the sad resignation that came over him as #211 tunneled into his spiracle. I can't tell the others about this flashback or the haunting effect it has had me.
The worst of it is that I can hear his fiddle...
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