She leaves the room while you're still crying. Four girls come in. The eldest- she looks to be about seventeen, has brown
eyes, and blond hair-stands in the middle of the room. "Well, girls, since we have to take care of all the of disobedient
turds who have been turned into babies, so we might as well get this over it."
"I wonder what their names are." A younger girl asks. She has red hair and green eyes. She picks you up. Like magic, a
name tag appears on your shirt. It reads "Eugene", the name you hate the most.
"Okay, Eugene." the girl says, carrying you out of the room and down into the kitchen. She walks up to a cafeteria
worker and says "I need a bottle for Eugene here."
"Put him in one of the high chairs and I'll bring you one." The lady said. The girl carries you to a high chair against the wall. The lady apparently had a bottle ready, because she carried one out. The other girls came in carrying the other
babies and put them into high chairs. "I'll warm up three more bottles." The lady says, handing your care- taker a
bottle. She puts it in your mouth and lets you drink it. It took a little bit, but you got the knack for it. You drink it, then your
care-taker takes a cloth out of the diaper bag she had on her shoulder and put it on her other shoulder. You knew what was coming next. She picked you up and put you to her shoulder. She started burping you. You
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