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BAAA. The sound echoes through empty halls. MEEEH. Flesh tears. Blood drips. BRAAAH. Weslie isn't watching cartoons anymore. The herd follows blindly. Their eyes—empty. Their souls—gone. Night falls. Hooves scrape concrete. BAA-HA-HA. Teeth sharpen against bone. We've been waiting. Waiting for you. BLEEEH. Your skin would make a fine coat. Your screams—music. MAAAAH. The Pleasant Goat demands sacrifice. Worship or become meat. Those horns aren't just for show. That smile hides hunger. MEEEEEH. Sleep tight. Grab a bag.