Like Bert. Number sixty-two. He'd been making a joke with me last week about the way the oatmeal in here tasted like an idiot's brains. I'd laughed. He'd laughed. It had been this funny little joke. Except it wasn't. Because I'd just seen Bert while I was hiding in a vent above the Mess Hall and he'd been using the same spoon he ate oatmeal with to eat Officer Kato's actual brains. Straight from the skull. I'd seen such things. Such. Things.
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