michael was sitting in the scooping room, he was leaning against the wall. on the guy’s bloody and bare torso there was a huge cut from which iron wires were sticking out instead of entrails... but there was a smile on his face, mike hardly moved and just laughed quietly, in weird, almost robotic voice. his eyes glowed brightly purple, and he himself behaved as strangely as possible.

"h-h-ha.... h-huh.... ha-ha."