A Day At The Zoo II:
By Robert L. Fitzpatrick
Where can you run to What more can you do No more tomorrow Life is killing you Dreams turn to nightmares Heaven turns to hell Burned out confusion Nothing more to tell lyrics of Black Sabbath/Sabbath Bloody Sabbath
Its been 3 months, 16 days and about 7 hours since Amy, Fry and I were taken into captivity on Vargos VIII. We came here to drop off some animals for a zoo that an eccentric tycoon was building; before it was over, the three of us ended up being the zoo animals. What was worse was that the aliens could “make use” of us in their mind illusions anytime they wanted. I write this on my wrist thingee because theres not much to do when the aliens arent using us for their own enjoyment. The Vargosians havent seen my journal writing as any kind of threat,...
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