"Eat Swine, Whoure!"
This was about as much as Prince Jo could take, since this was a poke at his unfortuante cloning accident with a pig when he was working as a prostitute.
The atomizing ray-spear began to hum and gurgle threatening to go deep into the recesses of Crestwood's psyche. The machine grew louder and louder as Prince Jo's finger hovered above the big red button.
"Clankity clanky, go boshey, gah dobey", whirled the machine.
Jo's eyebrow raised quisitively and the machine grinded to a sceaching halt.
"Crap!", exclaimed Jo.
He immediately walked over to the intercom and called the help desk. Jo's foot was systematically tapping with regular rythms of agitation. The intercom had a little feedback when the voice penetrated in the echoey room.
"Atmomizing ray-spear help desk, this is Malla-tar, can i help you?" said the intercom. "Before we start i will need your name and last sound that said atomizer made."
"This is Prince Jo of the walla-walla-falla-quars and the last sound it made was a little 'go boshey' and maybe a hint of a 'gah dobey', but it all stated with a clankity clank."
"Hmm... Yes sir, this is most likely something to do with darkly liquid. We will have someone there within moments."
"Please hurry, I am trying to achieve universal domination by unraveling the secrets of convogination!"
The restraints began to weaken.
Will our hero be able to take this opputunity to escape and keep safe the secrets of covogination? Stay tuned.
