[not much for lead-ins today, not after rushing around half the night looking for people he used to know, making unanswered calls and finding empty apartments.]
It's one thing to keep us here like animals in a cage, but can't you get a handle on people getting drugged? Or keep collars off people who don't deserve it? Or, hell, keep people here in the first place?
[the hand that isn't holding a tiny stuffed lion slams into the wall beside the kiosk, not really a punch but not holding much back, either. head hanging,] If you're going to treat us like toys, at least admit it.
[aaaand venting done, so he's just going to storm off without an answer and into a post.]