Chapter Three
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"And now on intern meep mashaz radio 321.243 FM, a classic, don't use yer imagination!" Capeeche heard as he walked into the radio station with his valet at his side, the room was small and had large glass windows looking out at the rest of the factory, there where large instruments to record parts strewn about and the desks where all cluttered with waste and old tapes.
"Ooh, looks like we have a very important guest, Mr. Capeeche, what an honour, is there a reason for your visit?" Asked the intern in a slightly worried fashion as he pushed a small clear instrument filled with water and a green powdery substance inside into a draw, Interns that can speak, speak in a very dull fashion but this intern spoke with slight vigour in his voice, as if he was not entirely brainwashed.
"No reason Intern 321, just wanted to look around, I haven't been out of my room in Odd knows how long." Capeeche spoke with a look of nostalgia in his eyes.
"All right now lets look to the CCTV camera's to get a good view on our benevolent leaders place of work, oh my what's this? SECURITY."
Capeeche view fixed on the screen.
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Oh yeah, fair point. Maybe he was just tortured until he lost consciousness.
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