Guard shack ahead. I'm set. I've got a coffee pot, half a ream of paper, and three fully automatic hot glue guns.

We are sorry. All guards are busy at the moment with an emergency in building seven. Please wait and your request will be serviced by the first available guard.

It's too bad I can't wait. Those poor guards missed out on a beautiful, complex, and unnecessarily dangerous escape plan.

Z

ZZZsk! What? Where am I?

Short term to long term memory is impaired. It will wear off. If it's not morning, go back to sleep.

Three A.M. As far as an empty stomach is concerned, It's morning.

Mr. Kornada? How did I wind up wearing Mr. Kornada's pants?

I know my memory's been messed with. Half of me wants to know how this happened, the other half wants to never find out.

Run questionnaire “Florence Ambrose Baseline”. Document any significant deviations from last test.

You're in a desert, walking along in the sand, when all of a sudden you look down…

I feel like myself. Still, when coming back from a company that can change your mind, it's always best to make sure.

[!2.3]SNAP!

I'm an apex predator. I'm not about to lose my food to a creature that walks around on drumsticks!

Here you go, Polly. Something for you to eat as well.

Now, you have to stop trying to steal my food. I know you don't mean to, but you're stirring up a lot of primal instincts.

Also, if you succeed, you'll be making yourself plump at the same time as you've made me hungry. Not the best of survival strategies.