Some years I try to finish work of mine pochivshego in boze the assistant zaush on a new hybrid furri a kind. While I have achieved modest results of synthesis guanino and one more rubbish from dnk. Therefore a song.
takes in hands banzho

They come for you in the night
You wake in fright there in your room
You better hope your memory fails you
A lower form of life to them
Just one more blood experiment

They send you back and disorientate you
A lesser race they discriminate you