The great experiment is complete: mutated reptile embryos’ tailored gestation, harvesting- and successful integration! Chameleon- and python-derived mouthparts equip me to snare, despatch with poison then swallow (whole) small passing prey (a sparrow or rat) in one slick flick and gulp. Gecko skin transplants facilitate climbing; scale armour insulates: no walls nor electrified barbs hinder me! My old Kommandant would exult, had his own Luger not concluded his premature despair. In exile I perfected our project. I chuckle: recalling panicked rumours, blogs by would-be investigative divas, even news reports that my nightly excursions triggered: ‘chupacabra’, indeed! What if I find my taste now for live stock, not sauerkraut; brats rather than bratwurst; peons more than pizza? Cold-blooded? Yes; the Komodo dragon brain implant enhances ruthlessness; I remain cool under pressure. Indeed, I maintain an unblinking chill as the judge dons his robe to rule on my destiny.
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