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I didn't see Clover's post until now for some reason. Oh well.
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The tape plays while Lacey holds the tape player. She looks at it curiously as it rolls on.
"Another unfortunate casualty of the tide of time, insane asylums. I lament their loss not only as brokerage houses for the breadth and death of human psychosis but also I shall mourn the loss of that peculiar environment present only in an insane asylum. That palpable atmosphere of blistered brains and churning bowels, the unique aroma of freely flowing bodily fluids, that gently rolling cacophony of distant sobs and screams, the muttered cursing at perceived enemies and the blissful gurgling of the lobotomized; like a newborn babe discovering the sky. Mmm...well, I'll still find test subjects as surely as I find bloody sustenance in the night, but this climate I fear will never be replicated."
Lacey begins to sob "Bars on the windows...blood on the floor...Sister Mary with the ruler, please...no more..."