TMO has finally gotten slapped hard enough for a signal to register in their tiny, undeveloped reptilian brain. Ever so slowly having come to the realization that the other lifeforms in the zone with them are not mere chaff to be blown away, ignored, or trained, they are at first stupefied by this foreign idea. However this confusion soon gives way to a mounting rage. The blood rushes to their face in a fiery flash. Their mouth slavers, saliva drips, and their tongue, heedless to the refined control of the human mind, is seized by the lower order functions and begins to spew utter nonsense.
The remainder of the server wisely ignores the semi-literate rantings of the thrashing beast and quietly observes the subject in its cage from a safe distance -- jotting down notes on their clipboards. This could be useful data, indeed.
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