[image description: the young woman has crossed the room and now bends forward slightly to peer through the clear plastic of the womrat cage at its distressed occupant. there, there, mister frisby! she coos. everything’s fine, you’ve got food, water, and a running wheel. what more could you want? at that the rodent turns away from the wheel and the water bottle, toward the camera, and begins clawing desperately at the smooth rear wall of its prison as if trying to climb out of it as it thinks: oh god, please someone help me! lemmy outta here!]

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