Re: I fart in your general direction
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Eric braced himself for the impact, and the last words he heard was on
of the French soldiers. "Your mother was a pigdog and your father
smelled of elderberries."
</snip>
Eric woke up, and realised they had cut out his eyes. Everything was
dark. He was also paralysed - they must have almost killed him.
Then his bindfold was removed and his bonds were taken off. Three
rough guards took him out of the back of the truck and handcuffed him,
before dragging him through the prison entrance.
"I want to see a moron... I mean lawyer." Eric slurred, still concussed.
"You are a prisoner of war, smegscum." Replied the commander, who was
personally escorting Eric to his cell. "Plus, you have commited crimes
against... against..."
The commander wiped away some tears.
"What? You must have the wrong guy! I've never done anything like that!"
"The humanity of it!" the Commander exclaimed. "A whole case of 2650
Champagne Vintage. Destroyed in a warehouse explosion last year on
Ganymede."
"Oh, that." Eric said. "They killed my brother."
"IT IS NOT THEIR PROBLEM IF HE WAS AN ALCOHOLIC!" the commander
screamed, backhanding Eric.
"Oh, I meant the people who owned the warehouse killed my brother.
They were part of the Ganymede Mafia. Everything in there was stolen."
"They... they stole it?"
"They had no intention of drinking it - they were going to use it for
political bribes."
"Then the wine would have fulfilled their potential! You will be lucky
if you ever get out of your prison!"
"What's the cell going to be like?" Eric asked, as they entered the
posh wing.
"You'll be jealous of battery hens soon. You'll be lucky to get the
ensuite bucket!" The enraged commander yelled.
Eric thought he heard something strange. He craned his neck to look
through the barred window of the mahogany door they were passing. He
thought he could see Seymour sobbing into a huge four poster bed with
silk sheets and lambs wool blankets.
"Sey.." Eric started to call out, before being hit on the back of the
head by the commander.
Eric was still groggy when they left the posh wing and went to the
dungeon level, where he was thrown into a small room, of which the
only feature was a rusted bucket.
Eric heard the clang of the door behind him, but somehow soon fell
asleep using a rat as a pillow.