"Here we are, Damion's fortress," detto Kowalski. "In due time Kowalski, in due time," replied Hannah. Their pod landed, surprisingly safely, in fact Lilly was surprised that Dr. Damion didn't activate the laser cannons on them. "I'm sure he's just baiting us in, if he was trying to keep us out, he would've shot us down da now, anyone else suspect that?" asked Lilly. "I suppose so, there'd be no other reason unless he wanted us to come by," detto Private. Kowalski then saw no guards, no Swat Droids, o Algües, no Ruplea soldiers, not even cleaner Androids were in the landing site, nervously, Kowalski stepped out of the pod and looked around, cocking his .38 millimeter Arton Gun, a very small but powerful laser gun, and seeing no one there. "It seems the coast is clear," detto Kowalski. "Alright, then let's go!!" shouted Lilly, being held back da Private. "This place scares me," detto Private, stepping out with a Crosslaser gun, he looked up and noticed a sentry gun, aiming at him, he quickly shot it, destroying it. "There, now we're clear," detto Private. "Alright guys, let's go!!" yelled Kowalski. "Here we come soldiers, we'll rescue te all," detto Lilly. "I hope Private's a good shot though..." detto Hannah nervously. "Come on Hannah, we can do this, remember that exam? te succeeded in that, so te can do something this simple," detto Kowalski, reassuringly. "Thanks Professor," detto Hannah.
"Sir, the rebels, they're here!! In the fortress!! Shall I send the Swat Droids?" asked Johnston. "No, seperate the group, I wish to confront Private, alone, and then te can send Swat Droids to the rest of his group," detto Dr. Damion. "Very good sir, I'll get the bacheca dividers set up to divide their group, then realign the hallway just for Private," detto Johnston. "Smart idea Johnston, but if this fails, like Dr. Blowhole has, then I shall do exactly what I did to him, Torturus Multipali," detto Dr. Damion. "What does that mean sir?" asked Johnston. "The Multiple Torture, te will go through the 8 worst tortures of your life, for 35 minutes, until te die from it," detto Dr. Damion, smiling. "I get the point sir, should anything happen I'll agree to those terms," detto Johnston, gulping slightly. "I can see the fear in those eyes Johnston, now, tell me what is really sweet, and wonderful, and bright," detto Dr. Damion. "Umm...... te are sir?" asked Johnston. Johnston was soon grabbed and thrown across the room, hitting the opposite wall, he heard something snap in his arm, and he saw the warm blood oozing out. "That would be incorrect," detto Dr. Damion, wiping off the blood from the bacheca with a sponge, and squeezing it out in his wine goblet. "Heal yourself nephew, the giorno has just started," detto Dr. Damion, laughing as he saw Johnston staggering in pain as he drank the blood from his goblet.
"See anything?" asked Lilly. "Not a soul, no one is here, suppose Dr. Damion moved his headquarters elsewhere?" asked Hannah. "Not exactly, look, I see tracks, I'll follow them to see what's made them," detto Private, following the tracks, unknowingly hitting a laser line across the hall. "Wait!! Private!! It's a trap!!" yelled Hannah, but it was soon too late. A bacheca slammed down only one inch from Hannah's toes, making her step back. "Oh great!! He threw a trap at us again!! Why are we so fucking gullible?!" yelled Lilly. "Well, Einstein did say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing, expecting different results everytime," detto Kowalski. "Oh yeah? It's too bad Einstein's thoughts are now in Dr. Sadist's brain!!" yelled Hannah, trying to push the wall. "Wait, did te bring that metal bender?" asked Lilly. "Oh, pfft, yes!! But it needs to refresh, it'll take five minuti to start it up and six più to load it," detto Kowalski. "Good, just do it now then!!" yelled Lilly frantically. "I'm on it, can ya give a flipper Hannah?" asked Kowalski. "Sure, tell me what to do Professor!!" detto Hannah enthusiastically. "Alright, let's start, this'll be a bit easier than last time," detto Kowalski, solemnly scratching his head.
Private was shocked at first, realizing he was away from everyone else, he didn't care about the footprints anymore, he wanted out, he then saw another bacheca open up into a very dark, pitch-black hallway. Stepping inside, he covered his nostrils, it smelled of rusting iron and alcohol, he heard a slight dripping sound, he knew where he was now, this was one of Dr. Damion's organ freezers, one of the few places where all his pinguino prisoner's organs were stored for him to use, to last forever. He looked around for a way out, pushing aside hanging intestines and seeing a door, he wanted out, it was so cold in there, but he was used to it, since he was a pinguino after all. He then found a latch, one that te would pull on an old refrigerator to open the door. "I want out of here, it's smelly and cold in this dump," muttered Private, humming "We Shall Gather At The River" as he pulled the old latch. He saw that he was in a two-story room, it had a single window towards the top, near a ledge, and a ladder leaned against the ledge, his way out, until he noticed the metal double doors in front open slowly. "I knew your curiosity would bring te here, very beautiful isn't it?" asked Dr. Damion, stepping into the room, locking the double doors and laughing.
"What is it te want Doctor?" asked Private, frowning. "I just thought that since te are a very worthy adversary, we could possibly fight it out, my brains versus your bare courage and instinct," detto Dr. Damion, smiling charmingly. "Look, Damion, we don't need to do this, I understand you're mad, and that you've merely Lost your way, but don't do this!! I never wish to kill you, o anyone!!" yelled Private. "You don't know me, minor!!" yelled Dr. Damion, frowning. "Why are te mad then sir?! Do tell me!!" yelled Private scornfully. "How does a person feel, when they've been laughed at, thrown out, and having your ideas stolen?! Just forget you, like an old ugly doll that no one ever wants to play with?!" asked Dr. Damion. "Oh, I see what you're talking about, te were an inventor, a Disease Specialist, weren't you? What happened to the good Doctor te were?" asked Private. "Cowardice, that's what happened, my "Sadistic weapon" was disapproved, and they threw me out for illegal weapons of mass destruction. Yet they approve of Jett's invention!! A cheap insane copy of my own!!" yelled Dr. Damion. "That's why te wanted to kill Jett..." detto Private. "Precisely, he has stolen my life, and he paid the ultimate price," detto Dr. Damion, "Prepare to die, Private the Martian."
"No, te will Dr. Damion!!" yelled Private defiantly. Dr. Damion growled and then grabbed a single dagger and tried to jab Private, he spun around and dodged it. "Ah, the Marxistic etiquette te attained, very impressive," detto Dr. Damion. Private pulled out his own dagger trying to jab Dr. Damion, but he ducked down, using his feet to grab Private's dagger, and kicked it to his flippers. "It's two against none it seems," smiled Private, dodging the daggers and kicking Dr. Damion's knee, but it was useless, Dr. Damion got back up and sliced Private's side. High adrenaline levels in Private surged, making him ignore the slight bleeding as he kicked Dr. Damion's shoulder, knocking him down. "Good job with the skillful tactics hatchling!! I commend you!!" yelled Dr. Damion, kicking Private off him, making him roll towards the ladder. Private then kicked Damion's stomach, making him drop the daggers and hold his beak. "What's the matter Dr. Damion? Stomach troubles?" asked Private. Dr. Damion then threw up, spewing out partially digested pinguino meat, he shivered a bit and got back up. "I'LL KILL YOU!!!" yelled Dr. Damion, getting sliced twice da Private's daggers, one in his side, and another near his left flipper. He grabbed Private's ankle with his eyes glowing red with rage, as he tried to climb the ladder. "You'll never escape me child!! Hehe, NEVER!!!" yelled Dr. Damion, holding on tightly. Private then kicked Dr. Damion's head, making him fall off, allowing Private to bust down the window and escape.
"Sir, the rebels, they're here!! In the fortress!! Shall I send the Swat Droids?" asked Johnston. "No, seperate the group, I wish to confront Private, alone, and then te can send Swat Droids to the rest of his group," detto Dr. Damion. "Very good sir, I'll get the bacheca dividers set up to divide their group, then realign the hallway just for Private," detto Johnston. "Smart idea Johnston, but if this fails, like Dr. Blowhole has, then I shall do exactly what I did to him, Torturus Multipali," detto Dr. Damion. "What does that mean sir?" asked Johnston. "The Multiple Torture, te will go through the 8 worst tortures of your life, for 35 minutes, until te die from it," detto Dr. Damion, smiling. "I get the point sir, should anything happen I'll agree to those terms," detto Johnston, gulping slightly. "I can see the fear in those eyes Johnston, now, tell me what is really sweet, and wonderful, and bright," detto Dr. Damion. "Umm...... te are sir?" asked Johnston. Johnston was soon grabbed and thrown across the room, hitting the opposite wall, he heard something snap in his arm, and he saw the warm blood oozing out. "That would be incorrect," detto Dr. Damion, wiping off the blood from the bacheca with a sponge, and squeezing it out in his wine goblet. "Heal yourself nephew, the giorno has just started," detto Dr. Damion, laughing as he saw Johnston staggering in pain as he drank the blood from his goblet.
"See anything?" asked Lilly. "Not a soul, no one is here, suppose Dr. Damion moved his headquarters elsewhere?" asked Hannah. "Not exactly, look, I see tracks, I'll follow them to see what's made them," detto Private, following the tracks, unknowingly hitting a laser line across the hall. "Wait!! Private!! It's a trap!!" yelled Hannah, but it was soon too late. A bacheca slammed down only one inch from Hannah's toes, making her step back. "Oh great!! He threw a trap at us again!! Why are we so fucking gullible?!" yelled Lilly. "Well, Einstein did say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing, expecting different results everytime," detto Kowalski. "Oh yeah? It's too bad Einstein's thoughts are now in Dr. Sadist's brain!!" yelled Hannah, trying to push the wall. "Wait, did te bring that metal bender?" asked Lilly. "Oh, pfft, yes!! But it needs to refresh, it'll take five minuti to start it up and six più to load it," detto Kowalski. "Good, just do it now then!!" yelled Lilly frantically. "I'm on it, can ya give a flipper Hannah?" asked Kowalski. "Sure, tell me what to do Professor!!" detto Hannah enthusiastically. "Alright, let's start, this'll be a bit easier than last time," detto Kowalski, solemnly scratching his head.
Private was shocked at first, realizing he was away from everyone else, he didn't care about the footprints anymore, he wanted out, he then saw another bacheca open up into a very dark, pitch-black hallway. Stepping inside, he covered his nostrils, it smelled of rusting iron and alcohol, he heard a slight dripping sound, he knew where he was now, this was one of Dr. Damion's organ freezers, one of the few places where all his pinguino prisoner's organs were stored for him to use, to last forever. He looked around for a way out, pushing aside hanging intestines and seeing a door, he wanted out, it was so cold in there, but he was used to it, since he was a pinguino after all. He then found a latch, one that te would pull on an old refrigerator to open the door. "I want out of here, it's smelly and cold in this dump," muttered Private, humming "We Shall Gather At The River" as he pulled the old latch. He saw that he was in a two-story room, it had a single window towards the top, near a ledge, and a ladder leaned against the ledge, his way out, until he noticed the metal double doors in front open slowly. "I knew your curiosity would bring te here, very beautiful isn't it?" asked Dr. Damion, stepping into the room, locking the double doors and laughing.
"What is it te want Doctor?" asked Private, frowning. "I just thought that since te are a very worthy adversary, we could possibly fight it out, my brains versus your bare courage and instinct," detto Dr. Damion, smiling charmingly. "Look, Damion, we don't need to do this, I understand you're mad, and that you've merely Lost your way, but don't do this!! I never wish to kill you, o anyone!!" yelled Private. "You don't know me, minor!!" yelled Dr. Damion, frowning. "Why are te mad then sir?! Do tell me!!" yelled Private scornfully. "How does a person feel, when they've been laughed at, thrown out, and having your ideas stolen?! Just forget you, like an old ugly doll that no one ever wants to play with?!" asked Dr. Damion. "Oh, I see what you're talking about, te were an inventor, a Disease Specialist, weren't you? What happened to the good Doctor te were?" asked Private. "Cowardice, that's what happened, my "Sadistic weapon" was disapproved, and they threw me out for illegal weapons of mass destruction. Yet they approve of Jett's invention!! A cheap insane copy of my own!!" yelled Dr. Damion. "That's why te wanted to kill Jett..." detto Private. "Precisely, he has stolen my life, and he paid the ultimate price," detto Dr. Damion, "Prepare to die, Private the Martian."
"No, te will Dr. Damion!!" yelled Private defiantly. Dr. Damion growled and then grabbed a single dagger and tried to jab Private, he spun around and dodged it. "Ah, the Marxistic etiquette te attained, very impressive," detto Dr. Damion. Private pulled out his own dagger trying to jab Dr. Damion, but he ducked down, using his feet to grab Private's dagger, and kicked it to his flippers. "It's two against none it seems," smiled Private, dodging the daggers and kicking Dr. Damion's knee, but it was useless, Dr. Damion got back up and sliced Private's side. High adrenaline levels in Private surged, making him ignore the slight bleeding as he kicked Dr. Damion's shoulder, knocking him down. "Good job with the skillful tactics hatchling!! I commend you!!" yelled Dr. Damion, kicking Private off him, making him roll towards the ladder. Private then kicked Damion's stomach, making him drop the daggers and hold his beak. "What's the matter Dr. Damion? Stomach troubles?" asked Private. Dr. Damion then threw up, spewing out partially digested pinguino meat, he shivered a bit and got back up. "I'LL KILL YOU!!!" yelled Dr. Damion, getting sliced twice da Private's daggers, one in his side, and another near his left flipper. He grabbed Private's ankle with his eyes glowing red with rage, as he tried to climb the ladder. "You'll never escape me child!! Hehe, NEVER!!!" yelled Dr. Damion, holding on tightly. Private then kicked Dr. Damion's head, making him fall off, allowing Private to bust down the window and escape.
