Hey, this amateur-ass fic is back after hiatus. Sorry about that. BIG WARNING: THIS IS THE WORST CHAPTER IN THE ENTIRE FIC BY FAR, SURPASSING EVEN SKWISGAAR'S CHAPTER IN TERMS OF AWFULNESS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND IF YOU HAVE READ THROUGH ALL THE CHAPTERS PRIOR TO THIS EXPECTING IT TO GET BETTER, I AM SO, SO SORRY.
Italics are foreign languages.
After countless hours, the boys were all settled into the chopper. Pickles had been put into a "stasis chamber" of sorts to keep him from dying of blood loss. Charles disappeared into another room and left the boys to their own devices.
"So..." Nathan spoke up after a long silence. "...Anyone know what the hell's going on?"
Murderface sighed and put his arms behind his head.
"Well, let'sch schee here; Schady-assch old guy comesch and kidnapsch five kids, then fliesch away with them in a fucking helicopter." He put his face inches from Nathan's. "THE FUCK DO YOU THINK ISCH HAPPENING, JACKASSCH!?"
Nathan was completely unfazed, not so much as blinking as the spit flew onto his face from point-blank range.
"I dunno, I like this guy. This helicopter is pretty bad-ass, anyway."
Murderface gestured toward Pickles.
"Do you schee what thisch creepy fuck did to him!? He cut him the fuck up, that'sch what!"
As the two argued about Charles, Skwisgaar and Toki sat on the opposite side of the room and talked with each other. Skwisgaar had learned Norwegian from the many Norwegian men Serveta had brought in, so he was able to have a clear conversation with Toki.
"So, Talkay, right?"
Toki barely mumbled out his response. Skwisgaar, who was sitting barely a foot away from him, couldn't even hear him.
"What?"
After a few minutes of mumbling, Skwisgaar finally heard "It's Toki".
"Right, Toki. Why are you so quiet?"
He couldn't get any response out of the kid at all and simply decided to sit back and watch Nathan and Murderface argue, when a distorted voice came from somewhere in the room.
"Doods, whet the feck did'ja do ta me?"
Murderface groaned.
"Oh my fucking god, now the asschole is trying to fuck with usch! He'sch talking like Picklesch!"
They heard the voice again.
"Shut yer feckin' mouth an' lemme out, Murderface."
The two were looking at the stasis chamber, yet Pickles was showing no signs of cognitive awareness.
"Don't ask me how yew can hear me, jest open it!"
Right at this moment, a large man wearing an executioner's burst through the door.
"Sirs, something is wrong. The helicopter is going to crash."
Charles came in seconds after.
"Boys, we need to get out of here. Assuming we survive the crash, we'll still be in their territory."
So, yeah, another tiny chapter that advanced nothing in the plot and was not funny in any way whatsoever. Not a single joke in this entire chapter, nor anything to advance the plot. This is getting worse every chapter.