Chapter 4: The Hospital
Snow woke up in a hospital bed with around 50 IV's stuck all around his arm. "It...its.." Snow grumbled. The nurse gasped at his awakening and ran to grab the doctor. They both came rushing into the room. "My god, he... He is talking!" The black nurse feinted because she freaked out and tried clinging to the doctor, but the doctor hated black nurses so he slammed her to the floor. "Hero time!" Snow coughed up some blood and a chunk of cloth out of his mouth. It was a piece of his beanie. The doctor scooped it up with his probing device. "My god, you've choked up a piece of your brain! And what was that... 'Hero time'... Yes, he is definitely brain dead. Only an idiot would spout such nonsense." The doctor concluded signing some paperwork. "Well, I'll be l'cieing you!" The doctor cackled pulling a lever that shot snow down a laundry pipe. Snow landed in a laundry basket and was met with two- no five- no seventy-three mexicans in an underground shoe and clothing slavery shop! "Poor" "poor" "POOR" "ppppooooorreee" mexicans of all ages crooned the same fraze when they were handed more thread with their needles. "Isss meeee!" A granny cooed and had her skull smashed by the PSICOM officer for taking too long to sow a shirt. "Replace that one." The commander chewed some bacon. An officer replaced the mexican. "Test her out" the commander finished chewing. The officer handed her some thread and waited 5 seconds. Nothing happened. "Must be defective?" The officer asked disappointed. "No." The commander pulled out a paper of some kind. The crowd of Mexican slaves went wild. "MEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEME!" "ESSE!" "EEEEEEEEE" "ARRIBAA!" " HABLOOOO!" The room was filled with terrifying roars of illegal excitement, and Snow felt the whole room shake from the loudness. The man put the paper back in his pocket and the crowd grew depressed again. Even the defective illegal was now working properly. "See? Told ya!" The commander laughed and went to sit down, which so conveniently he decided to sit on the laundry cart. Snow took this opportunity to grasp the paper in the commander's pocket. The commander stood up. "Alright, break time!" The mexicans sighed in relief. "Not for you!" The commander cracked his behton on a few illegals as an example, and they all went back to work. "Lets go
non-l'cie- luitenant." The commanded beckoned his buddy out the door. "But.. Who will watch them?" The officer dumbly asked. "Haha. They have nowhere to go silly! If they leave they will get deported you dumb shit! Now lets go to Fal'cie-In-The-Box! I want a burger!" The PSICOM guards left. Just as the commander had said, the illegals continued farming the clothes and shoes from thread. Snow uncrumpled the piece of paper- it was a completed green card essay! Snow thought to himself, "Now's my chance!" Snow popped out. "I need hel-p... Pl-ea-se. Sow me beanie." Most illegals ignored him and continued working, but five of them came to Snow. "Me hablo es stench." She explained, holding up a stapler gun. "Orichio vas DioMolio!" Another added, holding up some thread. "Me sue fuck american!" The third women offered holding up her hands. "Choke bitch down." The forth and fifth two illegals said in sync, explaining that they would hold Snow down as the other three worked on him. "Th-ank yo-OWWWW!" Snow was pinned by illegal # 4 and 5 and instantly the other three went to work. First someone got a pencil out and erased that nasty swastika. Then the real work began. Snow howled, but not as howlish as a Mexican. Finally they finished and the stapler lady punctured the Beanie into Snow's head. "I-I'm normal! Thank you so much!" Snow pulled out his wallet offered them some money. They disappointedly looked at it. "You guys don't want money?" Snow got up to leave and was at the door when he remembered the paper. "Oh, here you guys decide who gets it, I stole this weird essay or something from that guard." Snow tossed it and it hit the floor. Snow slammed the door shut and left. "ESSE!" "ESSE!" "ESSE MINE U GO PUTA HELL!" Snow heard Mexican screams and heard the stapler gun being fired as well as a chainsaw go off. "Huh. Those Mexicans sure know how to party! I'm glad they liked my gift!" Snow suddenly was face to face with a TRANSFORMER- I mean Fal'cie. "WHAT THE-" and without explanation, Snow was warped to the same place Lightning had been warped to!