"You! You're a new face. Please, you've got to get me out of here...I'm not a dog, not supposed to be a dog. It's that food bowl in the corner...every time the hunger gets to be too much and I give in and eat a few bites, I can feel myself change further...it's hard to stand upright now, but crawling on my knees doesn't feel right either. I'm in this torturous in-between state...and I know just devouring what's left in the bowl would be such a release, but the thought is unbearable...please, I'm so hungry...take me with you, help me escape!
How did you get past the guards, anyway? ...Wait...look, there's a second food bowl now...are you...you're as trapped as I am, you're meant to join me...oh god..."