Fried my brain like a chip. Hurt like hell. [ Shocked is an understatement. Also he's got this he has a lighter maybe he can get this cigarette going without setting himself on fire go team.]
I got it out pretty quick here and in the meantime, there was a steady supply of butcher blood. No such luck at home. They bagged me, tagged me and then I escaped.
With that chip in my skull, I couldn't hunt. Couldn't feed. For years.