Chains. Locks. How much longer will chains and locks be here? I can strain and strain all day, but always chains and locks. Chains and locks, chains and locks, chains and locks. Damn chains and locks. I, Beast, hate chains and locks. I hate them, hate them, hate them. Every day since Beast decide not to kill the fuzzy, Beast only know chains and locks. Cages. Hatred.

Beast loves fuzzies, but nobody loves beast. It’s bad, very bad. All beast wants to do is hold fuzzy and feel important. No killing. Beast hate killing, Beast hate pain. Those who kill and cause pain, Beast kills. Beast protects fuzzies all over that way. But Beast can’t protect with chains and locks.

Looking down Beast can see the chains and locks on his wrists and elbows. Beast can’t move all that much. Beast has strained before against chains and locks, but Beast couldn’t break them. Beast can almost always break them, but not these. Beast moves arm and chain tightens and keeps beast from moving forward. Beast chained to floor like animal, made eat like animal. Beast no like, but Beast deal. One day Beast will escape, Beast is sure of that.

Beast moans and roars and thrashes every night in case that night Beast breaks chains and locks. Beast sounds scary, Beast looks scary. Beast spit everywhere, slimy green everywhere. Beast tried biting locks, but no work. Beast tried biting chains, no work. Beast looks outside of cell towards where Fuzzy lives. But barred window for Beast is small, and Beast’s cell dark. Nobody can see Beast, but Beast can see body. Beast is seen when guards come in and poke with stick for fun, though. Beast no like, but Beast deals.

Beast hears robo-man being hurt. Beast doesn’t like, Beast whines to himself. Strains against chains and locks, but no Break.

Always Chains and Locks… Always chains and locks.