My Name is John Merrick

Mr. Bytes took me from the London Hospital last night. He somehow was able to get inside my room. I don't quite know how. I am currently inside a cage. A cage with three wild monkeys who constantly attack the barrier that splits us. I am scared, and alone. I think that Mr. Bytes might beat me to death if I do not continue to be his slave, but I don't care. I love it. I like bagels with waffles. Earlier today while I was looking outside my window I saw a pancake walking down the street. This was no ordinary pancake, it was made of oreos. My diary will probably never be read, but oh well. Mr. Bytes is going to kill me anyway. He says "Silence I Kill You" to me constantly. I overall happy as a bacon strip.