JW had never wished for his legs back harder than he did that evening when he got home. He wanted to kick the door open so bad that he could feel his stupid twenty-something foot spite cramping up from sheer want. He settled for swinging it open so that it could hit the wall and leaving it open as he inch-wormed his way through the livingroom.

"HUMANS DON'T KNOW HOW FUCKING LUCKY THEY ARE THAT I CAN'T EAT PEOPLE WITHOUT IT BEING FOGGY OUT."