if any of you haven't noticed I've been using Italics to represent what someone is thinking
Kyle lay curled up in the corner of his cell trying to sleep. The cell was too small for him to lie down so he tried to make him self as comfortable as possible. For once the temperature of the air was at a reasonable level. The last night he had spent in his van made it seem like it was an oven. Being in one of prison cells of Gantu's ship was a relief. Most of the metal was cool to the touch. Kyle sat up in one of the corners and though. How did Dr. Hamsterviel see me? There had to be some type of camera aimed at me so that he could see me. I wonder if any of the babble he was saying is right. Wouldn't be the first time my parents had lied to me for eighteen years. Camera... camera.... I bet there's one in this room... where? Kyle looked around. Nothing. Just the panel that the nasty needle came out of. "Hmmm" Kyle closed his eyes and listened. He heard the hum of the lights and something else. A mechanical sound. Like an electric motor being turned. It stopped for a while and started back up. What makes a sound like that? Think damn it your going to be a mechanical engineer. Kyle thought back to his first year of college. Oh shit my photography homework... I might have to ask for an extension. Kyle laughed under his breath and continued to think.
He thought back to the time his roommate's fan seized up on a hot summer day. It was a tall black fan that scanned back and forth. "I'll just put more axel grease on it... that's what I've done when it did this before." he could even hear Alex, his roommate. "No Alex if you keep doing that the Alex will just get choked up on grease. You'll ruin the fan in the long run. I bet the original grease is just dried out." Alex smacked his forehead. "Duh! That's what I've been trying to say" Kyle walked over to his closet and looked at his shelf. "Ya but you never did said that, you implied it" Kyle reached in and pulled out a can of shaving cream. "No way Kyle! We're not having another shaving cream fight. Last time we did that the whole halls were covered in shaving cream. The guy next door was pissed to because the shaving cream had taken off the finish of his door." Kyle chuckled. "Relax I'm not gonna throw shaving cream at you. All we gotta do is re-moisturize the grease." Alex squinted. "What?" Kyle pointed to the label. "Moisturize and revitalize skin... if this stuff re-moisturizes skin I bet it will add moisture to the grease." Alex sat down in front of his computer. "What have you been smoking.... where can I get some?" Kyle shook his head and smiled and he unloads some of the can into his hand. "Its not gonna work Kyle..." Kyle turned the fan on and helped the fan move by twisting it with one of his hands. "Ok Kyle I know we can start the fan manually. But I want to use the remote instead of getting of my bed." Kyle put the shaving cream in his hand onto the axel of the fan. Alex opened up a computer game on his computer. As Kyle let go of the fan it span freely. Soon the fan was back to full speed. "Hey Alex... and Kyle said: WORK DAMNIT! and it was good." Alex turned around. The fan was working perfectly. His face changed from a state of irritation to shock. "How did you... but it was... and we needed... I hate you!" they both started laughing. Kyle rested his arm on the fan. The motor making the fan move back and forth started to make a weird sound...
Kyle opened his eyes. That sound... is of something moving back and forth... I bet it's a camera.... yeah and it's scanning back and forth. "Where could it be?" Kyle looked at the ceiling there it was in one of the corners. It didn't even look like a camera it was just a box with one way glass on the front, that's why I didn't see it before. Kyle stood up as much as he could in the already to small prison cell and walked over to the camera. This must be how they monitor us. If I could just destroy this then they would have to send someone in to check on us every so often. Kyle reached into his shirt. The needle was still there. "Hmmmm" Kyle reached into his shirt and picked up the needle.
"That's the last time rely on the computer to tell me what I see." Gantu turned around with a confused look. "What do you mean 199?" 199 fidgeted with his paws. "Well the computer told us that the human was a Para-military type and..," Gantu got right in his face. "And you never told me!?" 199 pointed at 625 "It was his idea he told me he wanted to see how you'd handle the situation." Gantu turned towards 625. "Yeah... I got a sandwich appointment.... See ya!" Gantu stomped off after 625. 199 spun around in his chair and looked back at the computer screen. "What's he doing?" The screen showed Kyle looking at the camera. Kyle moved in really close so that his eyeball was taking up much of the screen. He moved back and silently laughed. "Weirdo." 199 said to himself. Kyle looked down at his hands and then brought something up into the view of the camera. It was the syringe. "What the..?" Kyle smiled and brought the syringe back and jammed it into the lens of the camera. The video screen instantly became fuzzy. "Awww crud. Now I'm gonna get chased by Gantu."
Kyle pulled the syringe out of the camera and sat down. Now I just have to wait until they manually come around and check on us. Speaking of "us". Kyle looked over at the green creature he was sharing a cell with. It was curled up on the floor shivering. Kyle picked up his shirt and covered the creature. It stopped shivering. Must be one of Stitch's cousins. Kyle sat in the corner looking out the glass window. Now I wait for someone to come by. Jeez I'm tired. Might as well sleep. Kyle began to nod off. Each time closing his eyes even more. Soon he was sleeping like a log.