"What's a lizeg?" you ask.
     The man in the lab coat peers at you and says, "Lucas, what are you talking about?  Didn't 
you get it?  I had Fiona run it over to you.  You should have received it early this afternoon.  
Or did you really get it but just weren't impressed with it?  Is that it?"
     "No, I have no idea what a lizeg is," you say.  "I didn't get anything today."
     "If you didn't get it, then that means either Fiona lost it, the clumsy twit, or she kept 
it for herself.  I wouldn't blame her, really.  It was so fascinating, anyone would want it for 
themselves."  The man grabs your elbow now, and walks you into the hallway.  He steps over the 
stiffening corpse as if it isn't even there, and leads you to the farthest door at the end of 
the hallway.  "Take a look in here," he says.  "I think you'll find this quite interesting."
     You walk into the room and look around you.  The walls of the room are lined with rows and 
rows of cages, each containing an animal--no, not an animal, these creatures are too hideous to 
ever be called animals--each containing some sort of monster from the deepest, hottest pits in 
hell.  You see a cat with a nose equally as long as its body to your right, just above that is
some sort of monkey with wings sprouting out of its back (you must be in the land of OZ...), 
and across the room is a tank containing what at first glance appears to be a normal starfish, 
but as you get closer, you see that set into the top of its head are two white, staring eyes 
and a mouth filled with snapping, razor-sharp teeth.

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