Chrysler, Helpless, Suffers

"Mmph! Mmmmphrph!"
Keto stared, smiling evilly, at Jay.
"Problem, Chrysler?"
"Mmph!" protested Jay, duct tape running over just about every inch
of his body, also securing him to the chair.
"I think he wants you to stop that," said Zodar lazily, gesturing
towards the broom handle with which Keto was poking Jay's stomach.
Every time he did so the pilot tried to dodge, but the duct tape kind
of made that a little difficult.
"I want him to die of a horrible disease and his corpse to be eaten
by killer ants. We don't always get what we want."
"MMPH!" screamed Jay as Keto landed another prod with the broom.
Keto chuckled quietly.
"Anybody got a needle I can stick to the end of this thing?"
"MMMPHH!"
"You do realise we're going to release him in about half an hour?"
put in Tara. Keto shrugged.
"Half an hour of bliss is worth whatever he's going to try to do to
me afterwards," he said.
Jay glared, thinking that he'd try to ensure that wasn't true...
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OOC: Mwa-haa-haa-haa-haa-haa-haa-haa-haa-h..*ack! cough!*...*deep
breath*-haa-haa-haa!