True

This sound that tormented my ears was not the roar of a dangerous animal, no, it was the cheering of hundreds of people who almost pissed themselves into their panties for joy as they watched the proles in the aviary tearing each other to pieces.

The warehouse was full. Every seat was occupied and the people who had not been given a seat crowded around the aviary. They screamed and cheered with joy when one of the proles roared in pain. It was the unknown Simia-Proles that had been locked in the cage with three Ossas. The huge, marten-like proles attacked from all sides, tugged at the ape descendant, bit, tore until it screamed in pain and the human pack in their euphoria huddled even closer around the aviary. They pounded against the chain link fence with flat hands, cheering and cheering on their favorite.

The yellow fur of the Simia prole was already red from the attacks. It had opened its eyes wide and showed the ossas the considerable teeth, but the line-like teet