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Beryl Pear has been abducted by Canadian Secret Intelligence.
Beryl Pear, 12. Friend of Bessy Bear.
Beryl's interview by Agent Skull-Morris. September 19, 2005.
Skull-Morris = SM
Beryl Pear = BP
SM: Hello Beryl. How are you this evening? I'm going to ask you a few questions about Bessy, if that's okay with you.
BP: It's fine.
*Please note, all interviewees are given a special truth syrup beforehand, you will notice Beryl's outbursts as she enters an unstable semi-conscious state.*
SM: Is it finished, all gone down?
BP: WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME...I'VE GONE DARK.
BP: Her room was full of shadows and at night she told me bad things would step out of the light of her flashlight. The bad jackals and the bad foxes would watch her from across the street. Bessy ran through the garden the last day to escape them, they had kNIVES. KNIVES. SHARP. SHAARP. Our Alice runs through the garden, escaping from the BAD BAD CANIDAE. CANIDAE WILL CUT AND REAP, PERMANENT.
SM: Get back on track Beryl.
BP: She ran through the garden hedges but they were cutting them up and swimming in the ground, with their knives. I believe they cradled the thunder clouds, like children. UNSTABLE UNSTABLE, CANIDAE CUUT, FINISH. A tomahawk was what she felt in her back, but she ran and it fell away. She ran and the bad ones rose up. TO POWER, SLAY. KILL THEM.
SM: What was the tomahawk?
BP: They stretched their arms and clawed her back, one of them stuck his knives in her.
SM: Which one did it? A bad jackal or a bad fox?
BP: THEY FUSE AND KILL TOGETHER.
SM: Did Bessy run all the way home? Did they attack her again?
BP: They couldn't attack again, the somber ones came from the fountain and blew them curses. SHE RAN ALL THE WAY HOME, LIKE A SCARED LITTLE BITCH. MARK MY WORDS, DIED IS WHAT SHE DID.
SM: Enough of that.
BP: NO MORE OF THIS, STOP THIS.
SM: Tell me all your fears.
BP: XER...XES, THE AGRO....BEARS, BATHTU...BS
SM: Come back now.
Interview ends.
Beryl Pear has been abducted by Canadian Secret Intelligence.
Beryl Pear, 12. Friend of Bessy Bear.
Beryl's interview by Agent Skull-Morris. September 19, 2005.
Skull-Morris = SM
Beryl Pear = BP
SM: Hello Beryl. How are you this evening? I'm going to ask you a few questions about Bessy, if that's okay with you.
BP: It's fine.
*Please note, all interviewees are given a special truth syrup beforehand, you will notice Beryl's outbursts as she enters an unstable semi-conscious state.*
SM: Is it finished, all gone down?
BP: WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME...I'VE GONE DARK.
BP: Her room was full of shadows and at night she told me bad things would step out of the light of her flashlight. The bad jackals and the bad foxes would watch her from across the street. Bessy ran through the garden the last day to escape them, they had kNIVES. KNIVES. SHARP. SHAARP. Our Alice runs through the garden, escaping from the BAD BAD CANIDAE. CANIDAE WILL CUT AND REAP, PERMANENT.
SM: Get back on track Beryl.
BP: She ran through the garden hedges but they were cutting them up and swimming in the ground, with their knives. I believe they cradled the thunder clouds, like children. UNSTABLE UNSTABLE, CANIDAE CUUT, FINISH. A tomahawk was what she felt in her back, but she ran and it fell away. She ran and the bad ones rose up. TO POWER, SLAY. KILL THEM.
SM: What was the tomahawk?
BP: They stretched their arms and clawed her back, one of them stuck his knives in her.
SM: Which one did it? A bad jackal or a bad fox?
BP: THEY FUSE AND KILL TOGETHER.
SM: Did Bessy run all the way home? Did they attack her again?
BP: They couldn't attack again, the somber ones came from the fountain and blew them curses. SHE RAN ALL THE WAY HOME, LIKE A SCARED LITTLE BITCH. MARK MY WORDS, DIED IS WHAT SHE DID.
SM: Enough of that.
BP: NO MORE OF THIS, STOP THIS.
SM: Tell me all your fears.
BP: XER...XES, THE AGRO....BEARS, BATHTU...BS
SM: Come back now.
Interview ends.
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