The Beer Hunter, Part 2

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BRING FORTH THE FIRST DISH..."
Keats and PHil's head was pulled back and held in place...a chanting
beagan..
Then a Aeron brought forth two dishes...
"This is a most foul dish...it burns your mouth when you eat it...and
your
bum the other end....It's called..."
Phil and Keats gulped at the thoughts of this punishement
"A CHICKEN MADRAS WITH NAAN BREAD!"
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Keats forced back the grin on his face, he culd see Phil was doing
the same. Keats racked his brain for a response..
'You are to cruel, please spare us this hardship, we repent our
sins...'
'SILENCE! you will eat the prepared meal for our enjoyment!'
Phil, being slightly faster than Keats, was the first to realise a
rather obvious set back on the... torture...
'We shall do as you ask... however, we need ours hands to do so...'
Unc'le B'lgri'ia waved his hand to the back.
'Brothers Knuckles and Rocky, step forward and proceed to fill the
prisoners with the Madras of Chicken, mop it up with the naan to, we
cant have our prisoners missing any of the gruel...'
The two Burly Aerons approached, on was looking nervously at Phil.
Phil smiled at him.
'G..Grand Master... dont yot think this is a little harsh... we dont
wish to leave them to die this early...'
'SILENCE!! you shall do as i command!'
The nervous Brethren, named Knuckles headed wisely towards Keats, the
other, who had not been punched into the air by Phil appraoched him..
causiously.
A Large fork was cramed into there mouths. It tasted far better than
than dry microwaved versions from the Blue Dwarf dispensers. The naan
wasnt to bad either, being nice and doughy but not sickly. It had
obviously been prepared especially by some cook who thaought he was
going to teach this human scum a lesson.
'Oh please sir... no more...' Keats groaned for the sake of keeping
the Aerons happy, they were buying it, several were cheering and
jeering at them.
**many minutes of curried glee later**
Phil licked his lips to finish off any that may of strayed, then,
remembering himself, made a half hearted attempt at spitting.
'So.. Your species is more resistant than origianlly though... i like
that, w get more fun with you then...'
Several Aerons were grinning, holding lare wads of cash, others were
making a scene of losing.
Unc'le B'lgri'ia called along the cook, whisperd in his ear. He left,
a thin smile on his face.
'Your race is scum to us, to think a noble race like ours could ever
concieve to associate oursleves with a bunch of monkeys... the fools
in power believe you have potential, we know otherwise... your pain
barriers intrigue us however, the first level of our torture seems to
have little negative effect on you..'
During the slight pause, a low parping sound was hear coming from the
Prisoners. Keats whistled and looked around innocently. The
Grandmasters eyes watered...
'I see the after effects are coming through... you shall not be so
casual after the next one, however, we arnt completely evil, we wish
for our own... benefit that you survive, i believe an hour or two in
the cells will allow you to stew until the next task' He grinned.
Knuckles and Rocky 'escorted' The two contnetly full crewman to a
small stone room with a firm door, they were thrown in violently.
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