scientist: kay thanks kid!......also, f*ck it i can put off the questions for a few minutes.....no boss would get mad!
Scientist 1: okay, that makes sense,
Scientist 1: when you wake up have any of your family members had scratches or marks, say scratches that resemble hoof marks of insect forelegs?
(only your older brother/sister/Non-Binary sibling/genderqueer/fluid sibling, but he/she/they/other pronoun were wlays a bit of a bitch to you)
Carrion: *dont an-sw-er, her bad*
le child: ... *punches glass so hard it cracks* SHUT UP OK! I SAID I WOULDN'T SCREAM BUT YOU'RE JUST.... UGH! I DON'T LIKE QUESTIONS SO WILL YOU STOP ASKING THEM! I-I-I. I HATE THIS SHI**Y PLACE AND I HATE YOU AND I HATE THIS DUMB GLASS BOX AND I HATE YOUR F***ING BOSS OK! I'M NOT GONNA SIT HERE AND WATCH EVERYTHING CRUMBLE AROUND ME! I WILL GET OUT OF HERE AND WHEN I DO YOU'LL BE SORRY YOU EVER GOT THIS JOB! (she learned shi* and f*** from that older sibling. They say it a lot.)