So...Here we get some light on what goes on in Feral's Lab and some information that will come in very handy for the escape plan
Just then at that moment a square white robot rolled by on its treadmill tracks and extended its spout and poured a frankly disgusting beige slop into a bowl that Don hadn't yet noticed, next to it was a an already full bowl of water.
The robot then rolled over to Arctica's cage and poured the same slop into her bowl.
"Eww..." Don said he sniffed, fortunatly the slop didn't seem to have much of a scent at all "...What is this?"
"Feral calls it a perfectly balenced food that contains all the nutrients any animal needs..." The Pig said sneering "...We call it 'Nuetrigruel' to Feral's credit with just one bowl you're no longer hungry...Cuz you're too disgusted to want to eat for the rest of the day!" And with that all the Captive Mutants burst into another round of mocking laughter!
Don sighed he lifted the bowl and proceeded to take a deeper sniff and then dip his finger in the oatmeal colored slop and place a small bit on his tongue to detect for any poisons or drugs.
Noticing this the Pig said "You don't have to worry...Feral has no reason to drug any of us...For now..."
"Feral's gone on a business trip to Saudi Araibia for the next few days..." Said a female Yorkshire Terrier Mutant next to the Pig who had not spoken before "...I think that's why he was so desperate to get one of you...He was in a real hurry when he installed your collar."
At that point Karl and Igor had, had enough with the Captive Mutants talking so freely, they feared the combined efforts of the Turtle and the Wolf could potentially renew the hope within the captive mutants and that could lead to an absolute disaster while Feral and his loyalist Mutant servant Otto were away and would probably lead to their vivisection when they returned...So the two Quisling Mutants made their move to put a stop to it.
"Hey! Hey!" Karl said going over to the Little Dog Girl "You quit gossiping! Unless you want some special discipline!' He showed the Terrier his spiked brass knuckles causing the fragile little dog to cower to the back of her cage.
Don scowled but he knew he could do nothing...Not yet anyway...
"And you!" Karl said coming over to Don's cage "Feral of course went through the stuff in your bag when you were under, he knows how smart you are...Feral's always curious about the real smart Mutants he tends to vivisect them first...I can't wait for him to get back so we can put you on the operating table!"
With that Karl laughed as he sauntered away...However Don noticed a curious expression on the White Rat's face, after Karl's speech, a kind of...Aprihension...As if he knew something Karl didn't...However he quickly crept away...Don noticed that while Karl could walk upright normally Igor could only stand on his hind legs and had to move on all fours like a bear...
"Don't worry Don." Arctica said quietly"Feral's gonna be gone for at least four days! We have time!"
"I hope so..." Don sighed as he gulped down his gruel he knew if he wanted to escape he would have to have energy and that spent he had to eat and drink...
The lights dimmed at the midnight hour...Dimmed but not complete darkness.
Don paced around his cage antsy "How the shell are we supposed to relieve outrselves?" He asked folding his arms.
Arctica got a sense of what was going on from his body language "Unfortunatly..." She said blushing "...You have to go on the cage floor like an animal."
"Oh geez..." Don moaned feeling his cheeks getting hot.
"The square robots that provide us food..." Arctica said "...They also clean up the you-know-what they also patrol around the clock for it so it never gets filthy...Most everyone has a desinated corner of their cage to do it...If you need to go Don I'll turn around most everyone here is decent in that regard...As they say 'What are we, humans?'
Don felt grateful that there was at least some sense of decentcy still in most of these poor captives...He felt a need to ask Arctica this one question
"How long have you been here?"
"Not long compared to most of the others..." Arctica said "...Only two months."
So yeah while the RPG book says Feral always speak politly to his victims his actions, particurally his depriviations of things like good food and private toilets speak louder than his words