Captured, Off the Dwarf and Tied Next To A Moron

Where: Eniram Sub Returning To Eniram City
When: Just after the Eniram hull-breached the Dwarf
Who: 'An Idiot' and 'A Moron', plus loads of Eniram
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The first thing Alota saw as her vision returned was Keto's face.
This was replaced by the slightly less frightening sight of an Eniram
harpoon pointed between her eyes.
"Now we have you!" cackled the Eniram, stepping back and looking
over Keto and Alota, who were securely tied to two beams in what
appeared to be an Eniram submarine. Keto sighed.
"Did you have to have BOTH of us?" he asked plaintively.
"Silence!" snapped the Eniram.
"You couldn't have accidentally killed her during the capture or
something?"
"SILENCE!" shouted the Eniram.
"Or possibly let her drown halfway into the s..."
"SILENCE!!" bellowed the Eniram, practically sticking the harpoon
up Keto's nose. The doctor wisely decided to become silent.
"We are taking you to our city, T'kha'bath*!" pronounced the
Eniram, keeping the harpoon trained on Keto, "Where you will be held
hostage until the war is over!"
"And then you'll send us back?" asked Alota. The Eniram smiled.
"Possibly."
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Half an hour or so later
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"...and besides all that, he's ALSO the one who caused us to be in
this mess in the first place. Crashing the damn Dwarf into an ocean -
the thing's the size of a smegging city, you would have thought..."
Alota shook her head to keep herself awake for the thirteenth
time. For the last half an hour Keto had done hardly anything except
talk about Jay - shortly after telling her that she was stupid for
being obsessed with the guy.
The Eniram, at first, had tried to stop them from talking, but the
way Keto was telling the tale had even a few of them listening to the
horrors that were Keto's version of Jay Chrysler.
"...and THEN he goes out and tries to fly with a broken arm! Do
you think he did any good? Only in the form of crashing into the
psychiatric department!..."
Alota sighed. She almost wished the Eniram would shoot her. At
least she wouldn't have to listen to this.
"...so, to conclude, every problem that mankind has ever faced in
the history of existence (and Eniram too, I wouldn't be surprised)
MUST logically be the fault of Jay Chrysler! I rest my case."
Keto leant back, smiling smugly. A few Eniram applauded quietly.
Alota sighed with mild relief as the doctor's voice faded.
"I really don't know what you see in the guy," said Keto, glancing
back at her.
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* Loosely translated as 'The Rusty Bathtub'