You take a deep breath as you enter the containment room of [CENSORED] and... oh god its form is [CENSORED]... its so bad its corrupting your mind just LOOKING at it... yet you manage, barely. It's times like this you wish you had the same filter the manager has...

[CENSORED] is doing [CENSORED] and... Goodness, that's disgusting... of all the abnormalities to be sent to work with, it just had to be this one?

Regardless, [CENSORED] is just... floating there, not reacting to you much.