"So, George," said Verath, cheerily tickling George's nose with his petite
little knife, "What do you know that we don't?"
George looked at him helplessly. Xelfan12 kept a firm grip on his throat and Xelkitti perched herself on Xelfan12's desk, which was conveniently located next to the door. Any attempts at escape would result in horrible casualties. Fortunately, none could be made.
"You paralyzed him with that stuff you injected into him, remember?" asked Xelkitti.
"Oh yeah!" said Xelfan12, "We did do that! You got the-"
"Antidote," Xelkitti whipped out a hygenic needle from somewhere, it was filled with a greenish brown fluid. She tossed it to Xelfan12, who caught it, flipped off the rubber tip and injected George with it. Immediately, George began whimpering incomprehensible jibberish.
"Jabbadagimlesishmimlwim-" he blubbered, his eyes flicking from Verath's knife, to Xelfan12's arm, to Xelkitti, then to the door. His knees gave out from under him and he would have fallen if not for Xelfan12's hand at his throat. His hands shook uncontrollably.
Verath slapped him. "English, please," he demanded.
"I don't know anything!" George burst out, frothing at the mouth.
"He's not gonna say anything until we start removing things," said Xelfan12, grinning suggestively.
"Let's start by castrating him!" Xelkitti suggested brightly. She took out a small axe and fire tongs. She was serious.
"Good idea, I'm surprised I didn't think of it myself," said Verath.
"OKAY I'LL TALK!" screamed George, who was now near hysterics. Being cornered an interrogated by a group of merciless psychos has that effect on a person. "IT WAS DYNAST, JUST GET ME AWAY FROM THAT CRAZY GIRL!!!"
George looked at him helplessly. Xelfan12 kept a firm grip on his throat and Xelkitti perched herself on Xelfan12's desk, which was conveniently located next to the door. Any attempts at escape would result in horrible casualties. Fortunately, none could be made.
"You paralyzed him with that stuff you injected into him, remember?" asked Xelkitti.
"Oh yeah!" said Xelfan12, "We did do that! You got the-"
"Antidote," Xelkitti whipped out a hygenic needle from somewhere, it was filled with a greenish brown fluid. She tossed it to Xelfan12, who caught it, flipped off the rubber tip and injected George with it. Immediately, George began whimpering incomprehensible jibberish.
"Jabbadagimlesishmimlwim-" he blubbered, his eyes flicking from Verath's knife, to Xelfan12's arm, to Xelkitti, then to the door. His knees gave out from under him and he would have fallen if not for Xelfan12's hand at his throat. His hands shook uncontrollably.
Verath slapped him. "English, please," he demanded.
"I don't know anything!" George burst out, frothing at the mouth.
"He's not gonna say anything until we start removing things," said Xelfan12, grinning suggestively.
"Let's start by castrating him!" Xelkitti suggested brightly. She took out a small axe and fire tongs. She was serious.
"Good idea, I'm surprised I didn't think of it myself," said Verath.
"OKAY I'LL TALK!" screamed George, who was now near hysterics. Being cornered an interrogated by a group of merciless psychos has that effect on a person. "IT WAS DYNAST, JUST GET ME AWAY FROM THAT CRAZY GIRL!!!"