Back in the Brig

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Zodar and
tara however noticed Jay being violently thrown into their cell.
"Keep an eye on this one" One plebe ordered another, "He seems like
he could be trouble"
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"Hey, hey!"
Jay woke again.
"HEY! The King is speaking to you" *SLAP* "ARGH!"
Jay smiled, someone had just slapped Elvis in a dream.
Zodar was animatedly talking, his head turned towards the ventilation duct.
Whenver he stopped talking, a reply came. This stunned the, well, stunned
Jay, his mind working slowly. "AreyoutalkingtoElvis?"
"What?" grunted Zodar, listening to the grate which was spewing forth
something that sounded like:
"Who was that?"
"Well, I dunno."
"Could've been the chinese laundry."
"unlikely."
"No, it's Dean, whos magical power is that he has turned into Elvis."
"Could Elvis fly a Starbug?"
"He could barely sing!"
"Baby don't be cruel" floated down the shaft.
"Ah shut up you great McMuffin* you!"
After some time, in which no reply was forth coming, Tara shouted up "Wait a
minute!"
"Ok...." drifted out the ventilation grate.
"Look, here's the scenario, They are on a different floor, they're 'High
Priorty Prisoners'"
"Whatsthatmean?"
"They get beaten up first, we've got 5 pissed off Plebes at teh front door,
they've got over 10, one of whom, apparently, designed this cell**. Anyhow,
anyone could be listening into our conversation via the grate, and so, we
are pretty much screwed. Any questions? No. Good."
Meanwhile, in Dean and L'ontar and Armer's cell.
"What the hell is all that about?"
"I really don't know, I think Tara is bringing Chrysler up to speed."
"Shouldn't take too long then."
"Nope."
*Ok, you try thinking of a better insult!
**Linking in with the whole Changing Rooms theme.
Dean "Strapped in" Thomas
Madness Takes Its Toll, Please have Exact Change
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