Part 19
A little trick I picked up on a late night movie
Aww...pauvre petit souris is curled up on his little bed of sawdust, darting his little, blind everywhere as if he expects to see something, eventually. I find this highly mirthful. It is great entertainment, watching people under stress. "Hello Eberts." I say cheerfully as I step into his room.
He cowers away. "Ahh petit souris, you aren't ready for your torture yet." I step closer to him."Pauvre souris, shall I have someone stroke your fur and make you better, -or- do you bite?" I laugh merrily at my own joke. He doesn't find this amusing and slinks away a bit more. He shall surely fall off the bed if he keeps up at this rate, that may be very amusing to watch, I may let him. But we have important business at hand, it is not time for him to be formulating a plan. I grab the rope around his wrist, and yank him off the bed. He almosts falls into me, but I catch him before he does. I do not need bruises from this idiot. I especially don't need him pushing me into one of the lamps.
"You had jewish relatives during world war two, this shouldn't be a problem, a little torture, it will be over in a flash." I laugh evily at him. He doesn't find that amusing either. I pull him towards the door. I wonder if I can make him march.
I push him in front, "Forward March!!" He bows his head for a second and begins marching.
"Welcome to death row, " I tell him. I begin shouting "Dead Man Marching!!! Clear the way, Dead Man Watching. " The few employees left at the complex, smile at this, they find it almost as amusing as I do.Plus, I know I look highly evil in this Hitler costume I found. I feel dandy, I can just skip. (Ever heard of such a thing as runner's high, well, mes aimes, I am experiencing torturing high. If you have never had this feeling, it is hard to describe. ) I march Eberts out of the building to a smaller one adjacent. It has been designed especially for when we were to get experiments like this. The screams will echo nicely.
I take him to a small room. I greet my employee, Benard, he gives me an a-okay sign, meaning the razor is ready.I nod. I leave Eberts standing in the small room, with Benard. I need to go check on the audio setup.
The machine with the large, and expensive audio devices is one of my favourite rooms. Edgard, my techguy, is waiting for me. "Le problem ne marche pas!!!" he says excitiedly. I do wish he would learn his french correctly, I do not have the time to give him another lesson.
"Quoi?" I raise my eyebrows at him, knowing the costume is doing it as well.
"Oh, pardon, monsieur, je parle anglais. I vas able to solve the problem from earlier. " He says, giving me a little bow.
I wonder if I can afford to kill him next, his asian politeness, (he is not asian, that's one of the reasons)and his forgetfulness of french is getting on my nerves. He's is valuble at this moment. I will have to find a new tech guy first."So, we can videotape it now?"
"Si, Si, รจ tutto il pronto" He babbles in his native tongue.
He should be glad I learned Italian growing up. "How many hours of tape, did you get?" I have to stop my self from saying it as "Combien de heures de videotape, as-tu?" He would probably just stare at me confused, with those large italian eyes. He will have to be retrained as well. Maybe have his brain reprogrammed where he speaks only french.It can be done if necessary.
"Quindici...I ..uhh...fifteen."
"Bien, Bien." I nod my head, and depart. Borden gets to actually watch it now that shall be fun to watch. I hope Lucrezia is on schedule, and is calling him now.
A little trick I picked up on a late night movie
Aww...pauvre petit souris is curled up on his little bed of sawdust, darting his little, blind everywhere as if he expects to see something, eventually. I find this highly mirthful. It is great entertainment, watching people under stress. "Hello Eberts." I say cheerfully as I step into his room.
He cowers away. "Ahh petit souris, you aren't ready for your torture yet." I step closer to him."Pauvre souris, shall I have someone stroke your fur and make you better, -or- do you bite?" I laugh merrily at my own joke. He doesn't find this amusing and slinks away a bit more. He shall surely fall off the bed if he keeps up at this rate, that may be very amusing to watch, I may let him. But we have important business at hand, it is not time for him to be formulating a plan. I grab the rope around his wrist, and yank him off the bed. He almosts falls into me, but I catch him before he does. I do not need bruises from this idiot. I especially don't need him pushing me into one of the lamps.
"You had jewish relatives during world war two, this shouldn't be a problem, a little torture, it will be over in a flash." I laugh evily at him. He doesn't find that amusing either. I pull him towards the door. I wonder if I can make him march.
I push him in front, "Forward March!!" He bows his head for a second and begins marching.
"Welcome to death row, " I tell him. I begin shouting "Dead Man Marching!!! Clear the way, Dead Man Watching. " The few employees left at the complex, smile at this, they find it almost as amusing as I do.Plus, I know I look highly evil in this Hitler costume I found. I feel dandy, I can just skip. (Ever heard of such a thing as runner's high, well, mes aimes, I am experiencing torturing high. If you have never had this feeling, it is hard to describe. ) I march Eberts out of the building to a smaller one adjacent. It has been designed especially for when we were to get experiments like this. The screams will echo nicely.
I take him to a small room. I greet my employee, Benard, he gives me an a-okay sign, meaning the razor is ready.I nod. I leave Eberts standing in the small room, with Benard. I need to go check on the audio setup.
The machine with the large, and expensive audio devices is one of my favourite rooms. Edgard, my techguy, is waiting for me. "Le problem ne marche pas!!!" he says excitiedly. I do wish he would learn his french correctly, I do not have the time to give him another lesson.
"Quoi?" I raise my eyebrows at him, knowing the costume is doing it as well.
"Oh, pardon, monsieur, je parle anglais. I vas able to solve the problem from earlier. " He says, giving me a little bow.
I wonder if I can afford to kill him next, his asian politeness, (he is not asian, that's one of the reasons)and his forgetfulness of french is getting on my nerves. He's is valuble at this moment. I will have to find a new tech guy first."So, we can videotape it now?"
"Si, Si, รจ tutto il pronto" He babbles in his native tongue.
He should be glad I learned Italian growing up. "How many hours of tape, did you get?" I have to stop my self from saying it as "Combien de heures de videotape, as-tu?" He would probably just stare at me confused, with those large italian eyes. He will have to be retrained as well. Maybe have his brain reprogrammed where he speaks only french.It can be done if necessary.
"Quindici...I ..uhh...fifteen."
"Bien, Bien." I nod my head, and depart. Borden gets to actually watch it now that shall be fun to watch. I hope Lucrezia is on schedule, and is calling him now.