Opening his eyes, old Fred looked around at the strange room he seemed to be in. "What in tarnation is going on here?" he grumbled to himself, as he lifted his weary frame off the 'simple' bed on which he had been laid. "Hello?" he then called out. "Damn government and their experiments again" Fred growled as he shuffled around the room in his grey corderoys, checkered, flanel shirt and brown loafers. Fred has been a UFO nut most of his life, having lived near Roswell, Texas when he was younger, and he was paranoid about government conspiracies.
"There ain't even no damn door!" Fred sighed as he scratched his balding head, which had just a few strands of his white hair draped across. "I want to know what you assholes are up to...HEY!" the fiery tempered old man shouted, as he banged on the wall.
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