Musings of The Entity From Chamber 1:

Cut to the entity that formed in chamber 1. It is nighttime. He is in an abandoned warehouse. It is quite obvious that he has not washed since escaping, so his hair is quite disheveled. A white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans that he stole from a store nearby are his choice of clothes. Unlike the sibs, he wears no gloves. Since he has not washed, and sweated quite a lot running away from the lab, the new clothes are already quite dirty. The one part of his body that is clean, in fact meticulously clean, are the retractable claws he has on his feet. He has thrown unimportant papers from the stolen files into a fire in the corner.

He picked up a file that happened to have records on his creation. He also found a file on the tests that were to be performed with respect to the Warners. He quickly put two and two together to determine that ink was added to the chamber instead of human blood. He felt that since he was created from the ink of two Warners, he must be superior to them. Since he was evil, he did not want to join the Warners. He decided that he would much rather destroy them.

"But you can't kill a toon," he thought. "Toons don't die, they just fade away. Or run away. Or go insane and are committed." The evil entity returned his thoughts to the comment of running away. "Running away. Going away. Being forced away."

The entity suddenly got an idea. He stood to his full six foot, three and a half inch frame and reached for a pen to write it down on a piece of paper, but accidentally knocked over one of the test tubes. It broke on the concrete. The entity picked it up, intending to throw it into the corner, and pricked his finger on the broken tube. He felt pain.

"Pain," he thought, with little fear, just curiousness. "A toon isn't supposed be able to feel pain."

He noticed that he was bleeding. Blood. Not ink, blood. He turned the test tube over to see that it was marked as test tube F. After rummaging through the papers for a few seconds, his eyes found the list he was looking for. He read out loud, "'Test Tubes F – R: Dioxyglucoantitoonomiate, test sequence number 27 in the series of project Warner Submission. Project intent: to produce a chemical that can injure cartoon characters…effects are only temporary but induce pain…'"

"Well…" He licked the blood off of his finger, savoring the taste, "looks like the project was successful."