It’s been three weeks and I still languish in captivity, suffering and (if I may say) heroically enduring the depredations of my jailers. I have succeeded to some extent, though, for they continue to bring in outside contractors, most notably “Nana,” “Grandpa Joe,” “Grammy,” and “Grandpa Gary.” Additionally, many hours a day I force them to straitjacket me, else I make their lives a living hell.
They persist in providing, as my only sustenance, the highly addictive “milk” drug. I am starting to suspect that, in additional to its pharmaceutical qualities, the fluid contains a dangerous amount of fat. I have perceptibly gained weight during this stint, atypical in such circumstances.