With Boss and Mike...
"OK, so where do you want me to dig?" Boss asked as Mike paced around through the bedroom and the attached bathroom. "It needs to be in the bathroom so we can shut that Officer Pedophile out," Mike replied. "Officer what?" Boss muttered. "I'm gonna start calling him that," the dictator of the Bad Hams noted. "OK," the leader of the Ham-Hams remarked.
The two went into the bathroom and looked for a soft spot in the floor. "What about the floor?" Boss inquired. "It's vinyl, so it's easily torn or bitten through," Mike answered. Boss nodded and shoved his shovel into the floor. "This seems like a good spot," he stated. "OK, kiddo, start digging away," he said as he went back into the bedroom and closed the bathroom door.
"Better close it just in case Officer What's-His-Face comes in," Mike remarked as he looked out the barred window. It was later than he thought. The sun was setting on the horizon as the sky turned a red. "Only a miracle will get us out of here," he whispered to himself.
With Officer Tom...
Officer Tom hadn't gone to the police station until he left the day before. He knew he couldn't and wouldn't go back. If they ask me why I'm not there, I'll tell them I'm sick, even though they might think I have a cold instead of this...this...this that I like doing.
After thinking about it awhile, Officer Tom grew sicker and sicker. He tried to think otherwise, but he could only think of what pleasure he had the previous night. The screams, the pleads, he reflected. I loved it. I need to do it again tonight. Officer Bob, though... He's on my short and stubby tail. But after seeing Hamtaro yesterday, I almost want him, too. He looked so...in shape... (I think this Officer Tom needs to see a psycologist!)
Officer Tom tried to knock himself out of it, but he couldn't help but think of the young Penelope that Hamtaro had with him. He also thought of Caitlin and Stella. The sick officer thought of Nin-Ham, too. He's OK, Officer Tom thought.
Officer Tom paced around his living room while he was thinking. He was too sick to go on not thinking of all of the hamsters he had seen that day. The psycopathic officer went outside and got in his own personal car which was a Land Rover. He drove around the neighborhood while he tried to calm himself down.
Finally Officer Tom went back to his home and decided just to try not to think about any hamster. He couldn't help but get his demented look in his eyes and form his twisted grin on his face. Officer Tom stomped down the hallway to the room that Boss and Mike were in. He knocked lightly on the door and said, "I need to see Boss real quick."
Mike looked up from his book that he had borrowed and marked his page. He raced to the bathroom door and opened it. "This ground is hard," Boss remarked as he dug deeper little by little. "Officer Psycopath needs to see you," Mike stated.
Boss groaned and noted, "Well, you'll need to keep digging for me." "OK, just as long as we get out of here," Mike responded as he took the shovel from Boss. Boss cleaned the dirt that was on him off of him and closed the bathroom door.
Officer Tom suddenly opened the door and stated, "I need to see you." "What for?" Boss retorted. The sick officer returned, "Come, kiddo. I just need to see you." "Why?" he repeated. "Just come!" Officer Tom demanded as he seized his arm.
"Get your filthy paws off of me," Boss warned, "or I will bite." "Oh, I'm so scared," Officer Tom mocked as he looked toward the bathroom door. "What's Mike doing in there?" he questioned. "None of your business," Boss returned sharply. "Well, I'm gonna go see what he's doing in there since you're not coming...," Officer Tom pressured as he walked over to the bathroom door.
"OK!" Boss shouted. "Just don't go in there!" "OK, c'mon," Officer Tom demanded as he trudged away from the bathroom door. Boss followed him out the door and a little down the hallway. Officer Tom stopped at the same door as last night and said, "You know what to do." "And I'm not gonna do it," Boss retorted.
Officer Tom turned around toward him slowly with his demented look and mumbled, "If you do not go in there, I will blow your freakin' head off." With that Officer Tom pulled out his pistol from his utility belt and put it to his victim's face.
Boss took a look at the pistol and thought, This guy's so sick, I think he's serious. Man, I'd rather he do whatever to me instead of murder me. But he might murder me sooner or later. "Yes, sir," he whispered as he went into the room that Officer Tom took him into last night.
Officer Tom followed his prey and closed the door behind himself. He locked the door again but didn't put the key in his closet. "Get over to that bed," Officer Tom demanded as he glared at Boss perpetually. Boss nodded and walked over to it. Better watch out...this guy still might shoot my head off, he recalled as Officer Tom, again, unexpectedly handcuffed his left paw to the upper left bed post.
"OK, so where do you want me to dig?" Boss asked as Mike paced around through the bedroom and the attached bathroom. "It needs to be in the bathroom so we can shut that Officer Pedophile out," Mike replied. "Officer what?" Boss muttered. "I'm gonna start calling him that," the dictator of the Bad Hams noted. "OK," the leader of the Ham-Hams remarked.
The two went into the bathroom and looked for a soft spot in the floor. "What about the floor?" Boss inquired. "It's vinyl, so it's easily torn or bitten through," Mike answered. Boss nodded and shoved his shovel into the floor. "This seems like a good spot," he stated. "OK, kiddo, start digging away," he said as he went back into the bedroom and closed the bathroom door.
"Better close it just in case Officer What's-His-Face comes in," Mike remarked as he looked out the barred window. It was later than he thought. The sun was setting on the horizon as the sky turned a red. "Only a miracle will get us out of here," he whispered to himself.
With Officer Tom...
Officer Tom hadn't gone to the police station until he left the day before. He knew he couldn't and wouldn't go back. If they ask me why I'm not there, I'll tell them I'm sick, even though they might think I have a cold instead of this...this...this that I like doing.
After thinking about it awhile, Officer Tom grew sicker and sicker. He tried to think otherwise, but he could only think of what pleasure he had the previous night. The screams, the pleads, he reflected. I loved it. I need to do it again tonight. Officer Bob, though... He's on my short and stubby tail. But after seeing Hamtaro yesterday, I almost want him, too. He looked so...in shape... (I think this Officer Tom needs to see a psycologist!)
Officer Tom tried to knock himself out of it, but he couldn't help but think of the young Penelope that Hamtaro had with him. He also thought of Caitlin and Stella. The sick officer thought of Nin-Ham, too. He's OK, Officer Tom thought.
Officer Tom paced around his living room while he was thinking. He was too sick to go on not thinking of all of the hamsters he had seen that day. The psycopathic officer went outside and got in his own personal car which was a Land Rover. He drove around the neighborhood while he tried to calm himself down.
Finally Officer Tom went back to his home and decided just to try not to think about any hamster. He couldn't help but get his demented look in his eyes and form his twisted grin on his face. Officer Tom stomped down the hallway to the room that Boss and Mike were in. He knocked lightly on the door and said, "I need to see Boss real quick."
Mike looked up from his book that he had borrowed and marked his page. He raced to the bathroom door and opened it. "This ground is hard," Boss remarked as he dug deeper little by little. "Officer Psycopath needs to see you," Mike stated.
Boss groaned and noted, "Well, you'll need to keep digging for me." "OK, just as long as we get out of here," Mike responded as he took the shovel from Boss. Boss cleaned the dirt that was on him off of him and closed the bathroom door.
Officer Tom suddenly opened the door and stated, "I need to see you." "What for?" Boss retorted. The sick officer returned, "Come, kiddo. I just need to see you." "Why?" he repeated. "Just come!" Officer Tom demanded as he seized his arm.
"Get your filthy paws off of me," Boss warned, "or I will bite." "Oh, I'm so scared," Officer Tom mocked as he looked toward the bathroom door. "What's Mike doing in there?" he questioned. "None of your business," Boss returned sharply. "Well, I'm gonna go see what he's doing in there since you're not coming...," Officer Tom pressured as he walked over to the bathroom door.
"OK!" Boss shouted. "Just don't go in there!" "OK, c'mon," Officer Tom demanded as he trudged away from the bathroom door. Boss followed him out the door and a little down the hallway. Officer Tom stopped at the same door as last night and said, "You know what to do." "And I'm not gonna do it," Boss retorted.
Officer Tom turned around toward him slowly with his demented look and mumbled, "If you do not go in there, I will blow your freakin' head off." With that Officer Tom pulled out his pistol from his utility belt and put it to his victim's face.
Boss took a look at the pistol and thought, This guy's so sick, I think he's serious. Man, I'd rather he do whatever to me instead of murder me. But he might murder me sooner or later. "Yes, sir," he whispered as he went into the room that Officer Tom took him into last night.
Officer Tom followed his prey and closed the door behind himself. He locked the door again but didn't put the key in his closet. "Get over to that bed," Officer Tom demanded as he glared at Boss perpetually. Boss nodded and walked over to it. Better watch out...this guy still might shoot my head off, he recalled as Officer Tom, again, unexpectedly handcuffed his left paw to the upper left bed post.