(year is 1950. you are considered "abnormal"/"subhuman" and instead of being sent to some backwater town are sent to a large government facility. you're escorted in and your restraints are removed. you are free to roam the large room, where you see a other monster folk arguing)

Milo: for f-fucks sake can't th-they g-give us better food? this is gruel!

Xião: stop whining about the food, it gets old!

Spud: Oi you two! can ya shut your traps? too early for your shite.

Tobias: gas mask sounds