"WAKE UP NERD!!!" Those resinating sounds brought me back to conscious. When my vision cleared, I found myself in a damp and black room with bars at the fourth wall. A jail cell I was in, shet. As my hearing began too to adjust-
DAMN YOU PIECES OF BUREAUCRATIC TRASH!!!
SUCK OUR DICKS!!!
THESE BARS OPEN ILL OPEN YA FACES!!!"
ENOUGH ENOUGH Barked a forgien force, a big black officer with a frown that made up half his face. He was a fucking force to be fucking rickoned with that swell sizey stautch squeezy bod of his. He kould kill a kid with his fingis.
I risk a chance to take glaces with my neighboring cells.
My effort had borne fruit for when I turned right, a voice said, "Hey AL!"
"Sucuma! Oh good to see you!''
"These cops took everything, our devices, our liberty!'
'Yeah shit... how are we gonna get out?"
"GET BACK BITCHES!!" A mean red haired fat face clobbered our hands. We wheeled back in pain. On the floor, I wondered where my other friends went, surely in the same place as us. However less than a sec lata...
"Aldrain Warren, rise!" The black guy yelled to me. I sluggishly lifted from da dusty floor.
"Faster!!"
I kept creeping. "Can't you just ask?" I said smugly.
POW POW POW Triple punch on the noggin. I was mozy along with two guards and was thrown onto some solid scratched-up chair in a room that smelled of iron. There was a table with nother chair and a door father back, somebody came through that door.
"Quit shaking!!" Said a japanese man with a blocky chin and the devil's eyes with a square body.
As I sat still, the man opposite sat with a rather smooth style, fists holding each other, readying face right up to me and then he said: "Speak."
"What's your name, changy?" I let out one of my favorite lines from one of my favorite films, Degiorno Rex and the Eastern Outback.
"I'm not chinese, boy. I'm Kibishī otoko. Japanese . Now give me what you know."
On what?" I asked with a grimace.
That enabled the man to move his face just a bit closer. "You know what." He spoketh each sysabble slooooooowly.
"What what." I acted a little dumb this time.
The man rolled his little eyes. "The party you were at. What were you trading?"
"Happiness."
''No no." He seemed to play in this talking game. "Not just that guilty joy, boy. CDs, cartridges, exes? waves? mp4s? All of them?"
"None sir.'' I denied, told the truth.
"Our friends found the opposite." He pull up a photo of me and Carlos about to change a disc in the game system, we both had faces, like we shat our pant.
''Somebody else had that." It was true, very true.
"That's not all." He continued sternly. "We received, from other testimonies, that you had engaged in numerous amounts of piracy, illegally downloading various materials from the web."
Numerous amounts-what a nimrod. I smudged at my own thought, which the man noticed and frowned sourly at.
"Please understand boy. That this behavior doesn't suit well in this intuition, if you don't improve, we will resolve to measures to-
Then a beeping came from the man's phone, cutting his 'menaching' speech. He glared at it, very annoyed. After a harsh 10 seconds, he resumed saying.
"So, you're an assaulter now?"
"Well, it was in defense. Shouldn't we save that for the trial.''
"Well, well I suppose so. Though that should serve as a reminder of your reckless behavior."
"Which will be resolved by reasonable means." I mimicked his accent. Which drew a fowl reaction from him.
"Take this loony away at once!" At once, 3 guards came in, strangled my limbs, and then the asian interrogator gave me a punch in da stomach. Which, not gonna lie, made my body twist.
"Ouchy." I actually, factually, said as the grunts threw me back in my cell. As I heaved my bod up, I noticed there was an addtional occupant siting on the bed.
"Carlos!" I said gladly.
"Oh shit, Al. What a cawenice this is.''
"Yes, and Sucuma's got a cell by me. To the left."
"Yo, Sucuma."
"Oh Carlos, ya here too. Stellar man. You holding in there alright."
"The best we can."
"I got interrogated by this fowl asian man. Very serious stupid head."
CLANG
That apparent insult earned me a bruise on the wrist.
"You shall not insult Mr. Yoshitada in that manner!!" A long blondey girly, the cop who hit me said. "And no speaking to other prisoners!!"
"Least we can speak to each other."
"Yeah, only reason I'm here with you is because the block ran outta space. Guess the popo put down lots of folks."
"Be proud we got that many. Also you know Samuel, Samson are."
"Not so. Last image I saw of them was their shrinking faces of agony in a mobile. But I doubt they ain't here.''
"Ditto.''
"Lights! Out!" The lights suddenly shut off. "No sleep from any of you, no breakfast for everyone.''
"The dark shall not end this conversion.'' I wisped.
"Of course. Now let me tell you the tale about my fatt nanny.''
So Carlos proceeded into his intriguing story of his big mom who would eat 30 cinna rolls in the mourn, 30 sandys at noon, and 30 steak at din. Her size earned her the epihet "Miss mountain. Like her legs would were as thick as-
"SHUT UP RIGHT THERE!!" A dumb voice rang and this discussion was done.
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That Spectacular Guy
HumorThis is the amazing, fantastic tale of a boy who learned of alternative means of obtaining things. The story is fiction yet possibly true. There is comedy yet tragedy. Who will go and who will still. READ AND FIND OUT!
