Hello?

If you can hear this, I hope you're alright. And unaltered.

Yesterday, I was accosted by three people in red collars and brought to a laboratory. I think they said something about collars and routine procedures, but I can't be sure. I think they must have sedated me.
I don't know what they did while I was unconscious or if any of this is related to the apocalypse, but if they haven't found you yet, I urge you to go into hiding before it's too late!

[And here would Luke be, trying to get used to this technology stuff. Of course, when you have a cheagle snuggling against the side of your face while you're trying to figure out what button does what, you're usually not very successful. He let out an annoyed noise, shoving the thing out of his face. The little pink cheagle dropped onto his lap, poking its head up so it could just be seen at the bottom of the screen.]

Uh... the scientists left me this thing, but I have no idea what its name is. There isn't anyone that can speak monster by any chance, is there?

[The cheagle jumped up, big ears waving as if it could fly.]

Mieu! Mieumieu Mieuuuuu~

[Luke tolerates that for all of two seconds before he dropped his fist down on its head.]

What'd I tell you about doing that?!

Mieuuuu...