Slumber Of Some Evil C.R.E.A.T.U.R.E. 2 B Felt As We Enter This Meat Locker.
Hunger, Homelessness, & Luck Now Has Us Hear.
F.E.A.R. Is Gone. Awe. This Is Our 1st Time N A 4 Real Meat Locker.
Frostier It Is N This Big Ol\' Refrigerator. The Entrance Has Been Closed 4 Several Minutes. No Real Worries Though As We Maneuver About The Aisles Adoring What Meat Hooks & Meat Racks So Proudly Display.
Calmly We Seek The Kitchen. The 1 We Know Is A Part Of This Meat Locker. The Kitchen Where There\'ll B A Refrigerator With The Meat Properly Packaged As Well As What Will Cook It.
Sight Of A Door Avails Our Entrance Into The Next Room. The Sight Of Meat Slabs Dripping Blood N2 Buckets Is Not @ All So Disconcerting.
Something. The F.E.A.R. Is Returning. We R Currently Staring @ What\'s Utterly Startling.
Staring @ A Plethora Of Human Bodies Amidst Bleeding.
Laughing. Heinous Laughing. Knowing Some1 Is Here Smoking A Cigarette. Knowing This Is Only Knowing Our Demise, Our Very Strange Ending. Meat Locker.