"Thought"
"Taking"
"Shouting"
"Different language"
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Beep….beep…beep….beep
I slowly opened my eyes, I was still in my containment device, still floating in the cold slimy green goo.
Beep….beep…beep….beep
"Crash! Five teens just burst through the door. They look funny. Master was not going to be happy; he just fixed the door. The smallest one started taping at the control panel for my tank, maybe he was going to let me out….I haven't been out in awhile…..not since the door incident..the tank doors slide open".. I stumble out.." the red head boy approaches me he a dresses the others "Do you think it can talk?" "I don't like being called and it" "Yes…he can talk" I said.