Section III: Oh s***! Captured!
Bob woke up, with his hands tied behind his back.
"Aw crap. Where am I? Did I get drunk off of spooce again?"
Jack responded, "Not this time. You were slapped across the back
of the head by some, *heavy laughing*, Slig! If I was fast enough,
I could have, *heavy laughing*, popped some spooces into those
retard's heads!
Slig #1337 turned around, pointed his shotgun at Jack's head, and
said, "Care to repeat that, mud?"
Jack, now as skidish as a lone paramite, just responded with a quiet
"No, sir.", trying to supress his heavy laughing in the process.
"Good. I don't want to hear another word from either of you, unless
you want to scrub the floors of the Brewery with only a toothbrush,
that is.", Slig 1337 replied. "Hey, Slig 1338, I see you pistol-whipping
that mud over there! We need these muds in good shape for the
vigorous work they have to do! When we get to the Brewery, go to
Extermination Room 117 immediatly!"
Bob, missing his 1 o'clock nap, decided to doze off until he got to the
Brewery. This would probably be his last chance to sleep.
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