Ariel turned her head around to see General Stars 'n Stripes and his troops.
"Uh, can I help you?" she asked timidly.
"Yes'm." a troop replied softly, as if talking to a young girl. "We are looking for a threat to the United States. A threat named Stingray."
"It's Lord Stingray and you can't have him!" Ariel shouted.
"Tell us where he is or there will be hell to pay!" the same troop threatened.
"O-okay, okay!" Ariel relented. "He's-he's over there behind that door." She pointed to a metal door.
"Damnit, Ariel!" someone doing a Mark Hamill impression shouted. "Why would you betray me like this?"
The troops rushed over to the metal door and kicked it down.
"'Lord' Stingray?" General Stars 'n Stripes asked out loud.
"Yes?" he responded.
"My troops and I come with word from the President that you are under house arrest."
"Pardon?"
"Yes, you filthy scum. House arrest."
"Under what charges?"
"Terrorism, one hundred plus counts of murder (my mother included), one hundred plus counts of kidnapping, almost total enslavery of foreign military forces and almost utterly destroying Cuba's fabulous image!" Cuban leader Fidel Avila II was shouting before a panel of American legislators. "I will not rest until everyone at Superjail feels the wrath of justice! Justice!"
"Well, hold on there, Mr. Avila." an American legislator said. "We tried doing the same thing with the Second Great War for fifteen years and all it's done is leave our economy in shambles and the President's reputation at stake."
"Mr. Legislator..." Fidel said grimly. "My mother was killed during that war. If I was her, I'd want someone to avenge my death and restore Cuba to its former glory. I'd want justice!"
"And yes, we are very sorry to hear about your mother, Fidel." the legislator said. "God rest her soul. But I'm afraid we will no longer lend our services to your country. The ship's already sailed and we can't afford to help anyone go to war at this point. However, we are in the middle of bringing back the Alien and Sedition Act. You're familiar with this law, correct?"
"Yes, sir. Your country passed that law when it was still young. It was made to keep your people from criticizing anything about the government and to imprison or deport anyone you perceived to be a threat to this country."
"Exactly. But this time, this law will be directed at anyone and everyone who's been affiliated with Superjail before, during, or after the Second Great War. You may hunt down the micro-nation leaders yourself, but again, we'll not help you. Not anymore."
"You will no longer lend your services? That's outrageous!" Fidel slammed his fist onto his table. "Remember this well, stupid Americans. There will be no peace between our countries so long as Warden and Mistress Major's children live. I vow that-"
"Oop. Would you look at the time?" one of the other legislators asked. "It's lunch break."
"What?" Fidel asked outrageously. "You're going on lunch break while I'm in the middle of a speech?"
"Well, since our economy is on the brink of going into another Great Depression, we have to cut back on important group meetings to the point where they last about forty-five minutes." this other legislator answered.
"What? That doesn't make any sense!" Fidel protested.
"Sorry. That's just how we're dealing with this situation." a third legislator said.
"Well, how many times will you be on break?" Fidel asked.
"Git, Mr. Avila, before we get security on you." another legislator demanded.