Dogday was limp and silent within his cell. Even with the belts holding him up by his arms, he sagged, face pointed towards the ground and his socket-like eyes devoid of life. It was silent. Always silent- except for the occasional scuttering of a mini Smiling Critter toy.

The silence left Dogday with too much time and pain. One would assume that you'd get used to the suffering; they'd be right. He hardly ever acknowledged the gnawing of the critters anymore, lost in the semi-conciousness that became his only haven.

Sometimes, he'd bother to daydream of a better place. That was hard to do when he couldn't recall anything outside of the factory's dark hell.