Milo awakes to silence, with very few lights in the room. He sprawled out his fingers, trying to grasp the linoleum floor, failing to. His vision was foggy at best, especially because his right eye was often shut, as lifts his left arm, and brushes his cheek with his budding fingers. He pulls them to his eyes to behold moist blood.
He raised himself up, and surveyed the room. There were two other 'bodies'. There was one of A leprechaun in agreen business suit, and a purple deer with a striped shirt. Blood was now running down his neck. He glances around. There was a One-way mirror adjacent to him and the bodies. He called out in an unassured voice, "Hello?"
No one answered, but behind the mirror he could here people squabbling.
"Shut the fuck up, Feliciano!" came a suave, romantic voice, one not usually thought to be present in the situation Milo was in.
"But Francis, I'm having second thoughts about thees business..." comes a high whiny voice. Then comes a slap.
"I will beat you till you are black and Blue," comes a harsher voice.
"Just wait till Ludwig hears about this!" comes the whiny man once again.
"Italians and Germans, God I don't know how the hell we let you into this!" Comes the Harsh voice. The Razor edge of his tongue had a venomous Spanish Accent.
A Fifth voice, this once of a Portugese man, came over the other's.
"Settle down, Antonio. Italy will be taught to keep quiet soon enough. They're waking up, and the bidding shall now start."...
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