Experiment BVBBY-390, the "Perfect Life Form"

He's banging on the glass of his tube, bashing his fists so hard they start bleeding from the knuckles. Tiredly, he stops with the banging, knowing no one will listen to an experiment like him. He longs to get out, he needs to get out of this horrid place...

But just now, there's a person entering the room, the person who was assigned to check on him daily and fill out forms about him. Just what he needed...