When I threw in a pig, the creature
seemed to play with it...tearing off the
pig's legs and pulling out the guts
before it actually started eating.

May 11, 1998

At around 5 A.M., Scott woke me up.
Scared the shit out of me, too. He was
wearing a protective suit. He handed
me another one and told me to put it
on. Said there'd been an accident in the
basement lab.

I just knew something like this would
happen. Those bastards in Research
never sleep, even on holiday.