The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A grotesque, mechanical bull with eyes made of some sort of dark glass lies dissected on a rusted autopsy table in this damp, subterranean abattoir. Umm, air's thick with the stench of rotting meat and the flickering fluorescent lights overhead seem to be causing some kind of faint, humming feedback in my ears... the bull's chest cavity is filled with a mass of squirming, iridescent eels that seem to be absorbing its decaying flesh. The air's heavy and damp, like a storm just passed, and a constant, low rumble's emanating from somewhere deeper in the facility.