Upon this hill of enslaving misery, they see the feeble manatee.
It gazes at them with great displeasure.
They gandered back bewildered, to why is it in such discomfort?
Casting his eyes again there appered another being to him.
The foul stranger in his inky black clock of vile souls.
His glove covered claws ran anxiously on its back.
Becomeing alert he orders the cyborg to open fire onto the man.
She shots with great skill but misses, the stranger then tugged the sea cow into the deep ocean.
And like that the sad filled gaze ended with the blinding cold fog.