I hate being Neural knifed. Koma did it to me again. Bad enough this whole mess is his fault. I am so going to sleep with his next girlfriend.
Every time I get Neural knifed, I act like a "goofy little bastard".
Let recap: Koma leaves me, 2 years in the future.
Lets his "Metal Mama"
throw me at a friggin' sea monster.
Now I find out this calamity is his doing.
I wake up in the cell alone. It take a few hours to get my head together. I look around in my stark white cell. I toss the bed at the cell bars. That cause the mattress to spark and catch fire, which I stomp out.
Ok, I don't think I will be busting my way out. I pace back and forth in the cell. Maybe I can pound the walls, they don't seem to be electrified. I give the old college try, a straight hand should do it.
Bam...
...
...
Ow.
Great, the walls are lined with a super strong metal. Wow, this sucks. I am stuck in a cell that smell like a burnt mattress, because there is a burnt mattress. Hmmmm...Maybe, I could do the "old start a fire to get out the cell trick".
I throw the mattress at the bar again and the flames start.
Smoke fills the cell. I begin to cough. No one is showing up...
Oh man, not good.
I hate OZ.
Dental for All.
Dr. Polaris rules.
4 comments:
Wow bad guy friends aren't very good friends.
Oh, I wouldn't say that. They just like to give one another a hard time once in a while.
Gee I wonder what your reaction is going to be when you find out you've been out for another two months and that we placed you in the the really bad super human prison called Olympus so I can blow it up.
Sorry.
No honor among thieves.
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