Then, it happened.
T.J. had woken up.
He started to walk toward her, his mere appearance and gait menacing. The expression on that reptilian face was not one of anger, or hunger, though; it was wary, cautious. He finally towered over her, sniffing her hair. After a few minutes of silence, he licked her face. The bald man was perplexed.
"What? What are you doing, Experiment #726371-J? Kill them! I order you to KILL THEM!!!"
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