"All 65 of them?" asked Alvandier. "Yes sir, I saw it all, Dr. Damion was using some amplifier, playing a trumpet to lure them all as his own troops, and ultimately making his move, we Остаться в живых our troops to jazz music, very damn good jazz Музыка in fact," сказал(-а) Hannah. "Great, now the genius has made a brainwash weapon using jazz music..." сказал(-а) Lilly. "How wonderful, now I won't be able to listen to a single tune from Louis Armstrong without suspecting Damion," сказал(-а) Kowalski. "How good was he anyways?" asked Private. "He sounded like blankets of velvety sweetness on a brass tune, no wonder they were brainwashed so easily," сказал(-а) Hannah. "Okay? He's a good jazz musician then?" asked Domingo. "Yeah, somewhat," chuckled Hannah. "Whatever, we just need to find a way to free them, and get them back here, where they should be," suggested Kowalski. "You're right, we need to go get the troops again, otherwise we'd be REALLY outnumbered out there Далее month," сказал(-а) Private. "Exactly, we need to go over there, this time with Kowalski," сказал(-а) Lilly. "Okay, then let's grab our stuff and go!!" shouted Private, running to his tent to get the supplies they needed. Hannah and Lilly both ran to their tent to go do the same required thing.
"I know they'll be coming here Johnston, they always come back, and I get еще things to throw at their pathetic faces everytime they come by," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion. "Sir, I think Ты just need to let your guard down slightly while someone else takes the reins-" suggested Johnston. "WHAT?! Not ever!! Letting your guard down is a major weakness, the greatest villains let confidence be their downfall, I'm always on the alert for failure," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion. "Yeah right," muttered Johnston. "EXCUSE ME?!" asked Dr. Damion. "I сказал(-а) All right, we will prepare the fortress for the rebel scum," сказал(-а) Johnston. "That's better, never doubt me again, otter," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion. "You need to seriously relax sir, it's only for necessary-" сказал(-а) Johnston. "You know my little sister relaxed, a lot in fact, and when the time came right, haha, I had her pretty little lazy assed neck wrung up!!" yelled Dr. Damion proudly. "I see your point sir," сказал(-а) Johnston. "Now prepare my trumpet, I shall be going for a little short and to the point "Performance" in a while," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion, holding his bloody saw, heading to the prison level. Johnston couldn't help but wince as he heard the motor of the saw start up, slicing whoever unlucky soul's guts and innards open, and spewing blood.
"How much further this time?" asked Private. "Not too far at all, in fact we might land in just ten minutes," сказал(-а) Kowalski. "Unless we get delayed by Ты know who," сказал(-а) Lilly. "I'm not surprised at all," сказал(-а) Hannah. "About what?" asked Private. "The fact that we are going back just to get the troops back in the campout with us so that we won't be screwed when we attack the fortress," сказал(-а) Hannah. "Alright, just set a plan guys, we have very little time now to think of one," сказал(-а) Lilly. "I got it already, we head in there, grab the troops when we get there, put them in the pod with us, and get the hell outta there," сказал(-а) Hannah. "Good idea!!" agreed Private, clapping a bit. "Yeah, I don't want another confrontation with Dr. Damion again, theres just too many things to do today," сказал(-а) Kowalski. "Like what?" asked Private. "Setting the frame, attaching the stabilizer, motor, and truss," сказал(-а) Kowalski. "Ah, there we go, then Tomorow, it's off to the wings and cockpit," сказал(-а) Hannah. "Precisely," сказал(-а) Kowalski. "You know, I heard Dr. Damion, is a cannibal, is that true?" asked Private timidly. "Oh yes, it's all too true, he is a cannibal, and he luxurs himself with it, very often, sometimes every other day," сказал(-а) Kowalski.
"How was the prisoner sir?" asked Johnston, gulping. Dr. Damion sat in his chair without a single comment, laying back in his chair and wiping off his beak. "Umm... Sir?" asked Johnston. "Yes, yes I'm fine, it's just, this meal was a bit large for my preferations," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion uncomfortably. "Oh, I see sir, so sorry about that," сказал(-а) Johnston. "Whatever, just continue lubricating my trumpet," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion, hiccuping lightly. "But I just did..." сказал(-а) Johnston. "Then do it again, just don't waste my time, I wish to be alone," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion, bowing his head down, noticing his bloody flippers. "Sir, is cannibalism, just some antidepressant to you?" asked Johnston. "I suppose Ты could say that, although I rarely feel better afterward," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion, wiping the blood off his flippers. "Honestly uncle, it's disgusting, and I don't want to see Ты like that, just don't do it," сказал(-а) Johnston. "I don't care," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion, boredly. "Then at least find a way to feel better other than to eat your own kind," сказал(-а) Johnston. "Johnston, shut up, I сказал(-а) I don't care at all," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion, raising his voice. "But sir-" сказал(-а) Johnston. "Leave me alone!!" yelled Dr. Damion hoarsely.
"I know they'll be coming here Johnston, they always come back, and I get еще things to throw at their pathetic faces everytime they come by," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion. "Sir, I think Ты just need to let your guard down slightly while someone else takes the reins-" suggested Johnston. "WHAT?! Not ever!! Letting your guard down is a major weakness, the greatest villains let confidence be their downfall, I'm always on the alert for failure," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion. "Yeah right," muttered Johnston. "EXCUSE ME?!" asked Dr. Damion. "I сказал(-а) All right, we will prepare the fortress for the rebel scum," сказал(-а) Johnston. "That's better, never doubt me again, otter," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion. "You need to seriously relax sir, it's only for necessary-" сказал(-а) Johnston. "You know my little sister relaxed, a lot in fact, and when the time came right, haha, I had her pretty little lazy assed neck wrung up!!" yelled Dr. Damion proudly. "I see your point sir," сказал(-а) Johnston. "Now prepare my trumpet, I shall be going for a little short and to the point "Performance" in a while," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion, holding his bloody saw, heading to the prison level. Johnston couldn't help but wince as he heard the motor of the saw start up, slicing whoever unlucky soul's guts and innards open, and spewing blood.
"How much further this time?" asked Private. "Not too far at all, in fact we might land in just ten minutes," сказал(-а) Kowalski. "Unless we get delayed by Ты know who," сказал(-а) Lilly. "I'm not surprised at all," сказал(-а) Hannah. "About what?" asked Private. "The fact that we are going back just to get the troops back in the campout with us so that we won't be screwed when we attack the fortress," сказал(-а) Hannah. "Alright, just set a plan guys, we have very little time now to think of one," сказал(-а) Lilly. "I got it already, we head in there, grab the troops when we get there, put them in the pod with us, and get the hell outta there," сказал(-а) Hannah. "Good idea!!" agreed Private, clapping a bit. "Yeah, I don't want another confrontation with Dr. Damion again, theres just too many things to do today," сказал(-а) Kowalski. "Like what?" asked Private. "Setting the frame, attaching the stabilizer, motor, and truss," сказал(-а) Kowalski. "Ah, there we go, then Tomorow, it's off to the wings and cockpit," сказал(-а) Hannah. "Precisely," сказал(-а) Kowalski. "You know, I heard Dr. Damion, is a cannibal, is that true?" asked Private timidly. "Oh yes, it's all too true, he is a cannibal, and he luxurs himself with it, very often, sometimes every other day," сказал(-а) Kowalski.
"How was the prisoner sir?" asked Johnston, gulping. Dr. Damion sat in his chair without a single comment, laying back in his chair and wiping off his beak. "Umm... Sir?" asked Johnston. "Yes, yes I'm fine, it's just, this meal was a bit large for my preferations," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion uncomfortably. "Oh, I see sir, so sorry about that," сказал(-а) Johnston. "Whatever, just continue lubricating my trumpet," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion, hiccuping lightly. "But I just did..." сказал(-а) Johnston. "Then do it again, just don't waste my time, I wish to be alone," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion, bowing his head down, noticing his bloody flippers. "Sir, is cannibalism, just some antidepressant to you?" asked Johnston. "I suppose Ты could say that, although I rarely feel better afterward," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion, wiping the blood off his flippers. "Honestly uncle, it's disgusting, and I don't want to see Ты like that, just don't do it," сказал(-а) Johnston. "I don't care," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion, boredly. "Then at least find a way to feel better other than to eat your own kind," сказал(-а) Johnston. "Johnston, shut up, I сказал(-а) I don't care at all," сказал(-а) Dr. Damion, raising his voice. "But sir-" сказал(-а) Johnston. "Leave me alone!!" yelled Dr. Damion hoarsely.