It's dark and it's cold and it's stuck in behind every single wall now. In some places, I swear this god forsaken ink is clear up to my knee's! Whoever thought that these crummy pipes could hold under this kind of strain either knows something about pressure I don't, or he's some kind of idiot.

But the worst part about all this... are then noises the system makes. Like a dying dog on its last legs. Make no mistake, this place... this... machine... heck, this whole darn thing... it just isn't natural.

You can bet, I won't be doing anymore repair jobs for Mister Joey Drew.