Status: In epically diabolical action!!!
I'm not okay! Save me MCR!
Here comes the blind commissioner.
The commissioner turned, he held his face very close to Gerard's,
“Don't bother.”
Leaning back and straightening up the commissioner began to speak..
“Essentially, I have been sent here to inform you that you have two options. Due to your appalling behavior you will either be sent to prison...” he let that sink in and smiled as Mikey childish grin dropped,
“Or, you can undergo various genetics tests and experimentations. Of course, if you pick the second option it will get you out of Jail, but it requires full cooperation during the procedures and your insurance does not cover medical experiments. Which means we could kill you and it would be perfectly legal.” A very evil smile spread across the commissioners face, however casual he kept his voice.
“Ah, you have three hours until I return, then I expect an answer.. or we will just hurl you right into Jail.”
And he walked out leaving Frank scratching his head trying to make sense of the big words in his drunken stupor.
“Hey guys.” Bob whispered,
“Why are you whispering?” Mikey asked
“I.. don't know. Anyway what happened to good old community service?” he asked, Ray laughed,
“What?”
“Really, Bob you would suck at community service.”
“Uh.. yeah good point. What are we doing?”
“Well... I like the sound of option two.” Mikey stated,
“Why? So some crazy nut-job can play brain surgery with power tools and probes?” Gerard hissed
“Wait.. Prison.. individual cells full of bad people who are also generally scizo... or brain surgery scizo. I think thats better.” Frank said, voice hoarse
“They'd use painkillers right?” Gerard asked voice slightly higher then usual.
“Scared are you?” Mikey asked poking Gerard in the ribs,
“NO! I just don't really like the idea of being someones experiment.”
“Sure not scared at all...”
“I like two.” Bob said,
“Being an experiment.. doesn't that make us special?” Frank said cheerfully, “Two.”
“Two.” Mikey said and Gerard looked at Ray, eyes large begging,
“Come to Jail with me?”
“I don't think so, you leave me behind all the time and you expect me to go to Jail with you! Nope.” He shook his head.
“Fine. I guess I'm coming with you lot.” Gerard's face pulled into a frown.
“Scared.” Mikey coughed
“What?”
“Nothing.”
The small, and literally tiny, about the size of coin, clock ticked away. And Frank passed out on the floor. Just as the commissioner walked in.
“Don't bother.”
Leaning back and straightening up the commissioner began to speak..
“Essentially, I have been sent here to inform you that you have two options. Due to your appalling behavior you will either be sent to prison...” he let that sink in and smiled as Mikey childish grin dropped,
“Or, you can undergo various genetics tests and experimentations. Of course, if you pick the second option it will get you out of Jail, but it requires full cooperation during the procedures and your insurance does not cover medical experiments. Which means we could kill you and it would be perfectly legal.” A very evil smile spread across the commissioners face, however casual he kept his voice.
“Ah, you have three hours until I return, then I expect an answer.. or we will just hurl you right into Jail.”
And he walked out leaving Frank scratching his head trying to make sense of the big words in his drunken stupor.
“Hey guys.” Bob whispered,
“Why are you whispering?” Mikey asked
“I.. don't know. Anyway what happened to good old community service?” he asked, Ray laughed,
“What?”
“Really, Bob you would suck at community service.”
“Uh.. yeah good point. What are we doing?”
“Well... I like the sound of option two.” Mikey stated,
“Why? So some crazy nut-job can play brain surgery with power tools and probes?” Gerard hissed
“Wait.. Prison.. individual cells full of bad people who are also generally scizo... or brain surgery scizo. I think thats better.” Frank said, voice hoarse
“They'd use painkillers right?” Gerard asked voice slightly higher then usual.
“Scared are you?” Mikey asked poking Gerard in the ribs,
“NO! I just don't really like the idea of being someones experiment.”
“Sure not scared at all...”
“I like two.” Bob said,
“Being an experiment.. doesn't that make us special?” Frank said cheerfully, “Two.”
“Two.” Mikey said and Gerard looked at Ray, eyes large begging,
“Come to Jail with me?”
“I don't think so, you leave me behind all the time and you expect me to go to Jail with you! Nope.” He shook his head.
“Fine. I guess I'm coming with you lot.” Gerard's face pulled into a frown.
“Scared.” Mikey coughed
“What?”
“Nothing.”
The small, and literally tiny, about the size of coin, clock ticked away. And Frank passed out on the floor. Just as the commissioner walked in.
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Yep, this chapter wrtten by Sam who is very unhappy with caitlin for leaving her such a stupid place to begin. Not easy!AnywaysXD