Roger stops in his tracks. He leans his head forward and his shoulders start to shake.
There's a gurgling of semisolid matter from underneath his bandages, approximating something as close to laughter as a turkey is to a dinosaur. Same shape, horrific differences.
"You... you think we're freaks?" He manages to state, as the bandages start parting.
"YOU DON'T KNOW THE HALF OF IT."
Roger explodes out of his containment array, bolting across the ground in the shape of some kind of serpent, right at the hunters.
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