i'm in the kid's cove, hanging from the ceiling as i grumble to myself in my distorted voice. stupid kids always playing take-apart-and-put-back-together with me...if i had it my way, i'd show them how it feels. i narrow my eyes with contempt. i look down at my mutilated body and sigh bitterly. rage floods me and i growl aggressively. you were tasked with checking up on me tonight, but i'm not exactly in the mood for company...