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[skulllikeadrain]

The flies were back with a vengeance, humming and buzzing. The world was fuzzy again. He was foolish, downright stupid, to think they'd stop after he'd died. No, nothing stopped them and their needles full of black milk. They'd chase him, it hadn't been enough that he'd died. Everything comes back, like after a rock in the water, and the whitecoats came, too. With their knives and their tanks and their needles.

Snitter got freaked out by the sand in the main room. So, now he's shivering violently and sort of staggering around, and shying away from people.