Hi, it's Kitsune again. I just came up with this, I hope you guys like it!

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:Hollow Laughter:

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-a . . .

Feel good . . .

Yes, that was the laughter of the Inc. It was a hollow laugh, a mechanical laugh, a fake laugh . . . It echoed throughout the hollow building, bounced off the walls, and since it echoed here, it echoed in the city. It polluted the mind, it tormented the soul, it tortured the body.

The strange thing was, it never laughed that way until I came to the Inc.

I wanted to know why. Why did it laugh, and then why would I sing? And my mates play? Muds and Russ, hell, even Noodle, sitting all alone on her windmill . . . Why did Feel Good, Inc. laugh?

I sat there in my chair for days on end. I . . . I wanted time to think, but whenever I got a chance to do that, the Inc. would laugh and make me sing. And it continued this way, in a never ending chorus of, Windmill, windmill for the land.

Gods, how long would it be? Why wouldn't the Inc let me think? I could think. I know I could think. What Muds says is a lie, I'm not even half as scatter brained as he says.

Muds ain't always right.

I just don't like to think. I like to be at peace with myself. Besides, Muds never liked what I said anyways. So, that's what I'd do; play 'Poor, Scared Tusspot, the Man With Half-A-Brain'.

Not anymore.

I want to know, Inc. Why? Why do you laugh? Do you laugh at me? Am I somehow funny? Or are you amused by our helpless situation–yes, ours. I mean all of us, here at Feel Good, Inc. We're all trapped. We're prisoners, slaves being bent to your will.

And what will you do, Inc, I wish to ask. What will you do when the atmosphere here begins to suffocate what's left of us? Will you laugh then? When your slaves die off, one by one, and you are empty inside—Will you laugh then?

Will you laugh, Inc, when I die? Or do you not know, that once I am gone, no one will listen to you? No one will come to you. They want to hear me, Inc. That's right. Me.

Tell me, will you laugh when there is no one left to help you? To keep you alive? We keep you alive, Inc. We work hard to give you our sweat, blood, the pleasure we create between ourselves, and that's what fuels you.

So, tell me now, Inc.

Will you continue to laugh when there's no one to laugh at?

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-a . . .

"Feel Good . . ."