They are definitely managing to get out. It's either that, or one of the other research inductees is fucking with my mind. This morning I found part of Clarence's (specimen 42) beak embedded in my Nightmare Before Christmas thermos flask!
Dedicated to my passion for duckies, the flesh eating kind. The concept was born over a year ago, the first little creature was a hand-painted rubber duck, from there my army was born. What began as an over-sized, absurd, graphic narrative of their transformation has turned into an army of duckie flesheaters. I present to you an undead duck a day for 110 days (all though it won't really be everyday, I do have another life)
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