The world loves a bastard

Where: In hostile territory
When: Presently
Who: Dirk, fellow prisoners, and captures
The agrivated guards brought Allie back to the cell and threw here in.
"Alright, now who?" one asked.
"That one," another pointed at Dirk. They rest chuckled as the grabbed him and
marched him down the hall. The rest of the Dwarfers watched the feet shaped
puddles track down the hall. When the squishing sound ceased, the rest began to
talk amongst themselves about what to do. (OOC- ok, guys, put whatever you want
here.)
In the interregation room. "I am Dr. Ackphyhibit, I will be interrogation you
today. Hopefully you won't be as much trouble as the other two."
"Dr. Ackphyhibit, eh? Any relation to Mr. Mxyzptlk?" Dirk said.
"I believe that is an attempt at humor; yet, I do not understand the reference.
Now, on with the procedure." The doc motioned for the guards to strap Dirk
into the chair as he inspected his instruments.
"Strangers in the night, exchanging glances," the soggy scientist sang.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm just used to that cheesey elevator music when I go to the dentist. Since
you don't have it, I've got to make it myself." He continued to sing.
"I warned you about this one," one of the guards commented.
"Yes, yes, I know, I know," replied the doctor. "Let's just get on with it."
"Just to let you know, I've got a tooth that needs filling." Since his hands
were strapped down, Dirk tried to use his tounge to point to the tooth he was
talking about. "Iths da vone bak ere."
"We're not here to perform any dentistry on you. We're here to interrogate
you." The angered doctor picked up the injector.
"Is that a tattoo gun? I've always wanted one. Can I get one right across the
center of my chest? I want the Superman shield. You know, to make me kinda
feel like a superhero." Dirk was all smiles. He looked like a kid in a candy
store, to borrow a pharse.
"NO! This is not a tattoo gun! And, NO, you can't have a Superman shield,
whatever that is. This is a highly powereful truth serum. It'll make you tell
us everything you know about your fell Enriams' plans against us." The doctor
was more than angry, bordering on all out enfuriation.
"Wow! Drugs. Is it like that stuff that tastes like bubble gum? I just loved
that stuff." Dirk licks his lips. "UMMM, bubble gum."
The doctor set his equipment back down. "Take him back to the cell," he ordered
the guards.
"But, you haven't even begun to question him yet," the ranking one said.
"I don't think he'll reveal much. He's obviously an imbecile. They were more
than likely on a suicide mission if they brought this one along."
Back in the cell, the Dwarfers stopped talking when they heard the return of
Dirk's squishy footfalls. Dirk was placed back in the cell with the rest.
After the next contestant was chosen (decide amoungst yourselves who that is),
Allie turned to Dirk, "Didn't they drug you too?"
"Nope."
"Why not? They went trigger happy with me."
"I applied a lesson that I learned a long time ago from a friend of mine."
"What's that?"
"No one wants to waste their time with an idiot."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Dirk just smiled and began singing, "Strangers in the night."
OOC-next!
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