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[The picture is slow to focus, first on endless green grass and then on one big, black, glassy eye staring down into the communicator. Large jaws are cut off by the edges of the screen, but splatters of blood accompany the image, dripping from the yellowed bared teeth.
Suddenly, the screen shifts quickly, up to blue sky and then covered by black. Roxas sighs, heavy and irritated, before his voice is heard from just off camera.]
...You wanted meat? You've got it.
[A ragged, angered noise follows.]
I hate this place.
Suddenly, the screen shifts quickly, up to blue sky and then covered by black. Roxas sighs, heavy and irritated, before his voice is heard from just off camera.]
...You wanted meat? You've got it.
[A ragged, angered noise follows.]
I hate this place.
