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what i find funny is the fact they repeatidy drug him back in it beat him down somemore. some friends went to the place and asked if they had any survalence footage they would give out to them to host on the web. they said they didn't but if they did they would have gladly done it.
he got off light IMO. they could have just stuck him with shape objects and left him for a Porcupine exibit. I did find it strange that out of everyone there he chose the one male in the whole place to assult. ahahaha.
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