This isn't brave. It's murder.
“You’ve all really gone and done it now.” Leroy is cackling. Audibly, rancorously, the scientist is beside himself with glee when he next comes onto the speakers, smugness dripping tangibly from every word. “And here I thought what the goat did was bad enough but that was child’s play compared to this. I really admire the lot of you. I do. And here I thought the notes might have been right and you might have all been good people -- but you’re neither of those things, are you?”
Predictably, Ellen is the next to speak once Leroy has completed his tirade. “While it would be... unprofessional to insert a personal opinion upon the proceedings as my colleague has, I find it necessary to express my... ah, surprise at the proceedings. I believe I may have misjudged the lot of you and will be sure to reform appropriate opinions.” She sounds distracted. “Regardless. At 1000 this morning, the number of subjects within the facility has dropped once again, this time to seventeen. Subject 420, Arielle Johnson, is no longer with us. I have no interest in repeating the instructions from the former stage with which this occurred. In fact, in light of recent events I have little interest in any idle chatter that is not strictly professional. Doctor Jenkins will assist you instead.”
“Ha! Ellie’s just mad because my idea for motivation worked and I got the go ahead to be in charge of this chapter. If you thought you’d get lucky and get another feel-good-pill that would make you all seem more human again, good fucking luck. I kind of like the new way all of you look, you know? It really shows what kind of kids you really are. Rotten to the core! Nyehehehe-snarf-hehe. Heh.”
“Anyways, kiddos. Get to it. Time’s a wasting, and soon that body’s gonna start to smell.”