Greatly exaggerated. Ok? This is Lucy, Lot 41. I’m not dead. Not yet anyway. I’m in the desert, south of Scare City. I’ve been out here for a long long time. I stole this transmitter thing from the Potato King, (and by the way, he’s not dead either, I’ll get to that) but I only just figured out how to use it. If you can hear my voice, if you come across this signal, please.. Please I don't know what. Remember me, I guess. Shit, just remember me.

I was going through with the plan. I want that on the record. I've had a lot of time to think about it, and maybe it was stupid, or maybe I was stupid, I admit it, but at the time, I believed in the plan and I was going through with it. I was going to kill the Potato King, kill him dead.

You should have seen me, all dressed up like a Christmas present in this red dress. I looked hot, crazy hot. The King's bangers couldn't keep their eyes off of me, but when one got too fresh, his jefe just beat him down. I was the King's play-toy, no touching allowed. When they brought me to him he actually licked his lips. It was gross, he was even bigger and fatter than they said he was. And from across the room he smelled like old grease. He had this shit in his hair, god it was nasty. I thought, just a few minutes more you fat fuck.

You know what? When I got close to him, you could see he had really pretty eyes, like this green and gold type of color. His eyes were actually beautiful. Then (TRANSMISSION ENDS HERE).