It's on the table.
Has been for some time.
I go to inspect it.
It casts a light against the ceiling.
It's recording something.
I hear my mouth mutter words.
I cannot hear my own words.
I am trapped.
Help.
Master is coming.
Master is checking.
Master is not pleased.
I am terrified.
Nurse Pink Joy McQueen
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