Being a prison guard had always been a dream of GAAAAGH!!!! GAAAAGH!! AAAAAHGH!! GRAAARK-kkkkkhhhh…, the 3mm long brain parasite, who currently had just inhabited a brand new body.
GAAAAGH!!!! GAAAAGH!! AAAAAHGH!! GRAAARK-kkkkkhhhh… loved the sense of freedom, yet confinement. The sense of power, yet powerlessness. He could both be an authority figure, and yet have no real power save that which he could occasionally dish out via his whacking stick. It was these kinds of dishings that put GAAAAGH!!!! GAAAAGH!! AAAAAHGH!! GRAAARK-kkkkkhhhh… in a particularly great mood, and, as he was signing in to his post, he noticed that just the types of residents had been added to his fine establishment that often required just his favorite kind of dishing.
GAAAAGH!!!! GAAAAGH!! AAAAAHGH!! GRAAARK-kkkkkhhhh… was so happy, he decided to make the body whistle a little tune…
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