It was Halloween night at Site 19 A more average night there could not have been Inside the researchers were hard at work Studying skips and their interesting quirks When all of a sudden, out of the blue The intercoms screamed "It's 682!" "He's escaped his cell, he's running amok! We've sent out the guards, and with any luck They'll find him with almost no damage done Until then, however, everyone run!" The sudden announcement caused quite a riot Afraid they would be the lizards diet Personnel all ran through the halls quite fast Hoping that this night would not be their last "173 is loose, everyone hide!"