And you think Number Six is a prisoner. Well he's got nothing on me I can tell you that, all I can say is I want my mum! Well if I actually had a mother that is. I was born in a scientific laboratory, in a petra dish to be more precise. And then I was transferred to this container, perpetually breaking up onto small globules and long streaks of myself, and for what, people's entertainment? Let me out of here......I am not a, well I don't know what I am, but if I can just break the glass of this container I'll do someone some actual bodily harm!
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