"I'll make sure I put it in my appointment book." He smiled sweetly and walked away from the door."Keep it up, laughing boy," called the voice from a distance away. "I'll cut out your tongue and let the 'paths deal with you."
"Then again..." he yelled, "If I'm not in good shape your BOX will get nothing out of me!!!" He slammed himself into a wall hard enough to cut the skin on his arm and yelled out-exxaggerating the pain-when anyone comes to the door, he'll clasp his head in his hands and drop to the floor.The man returned, this time shaking his head as he rolled his eyes, then aiming a weapon through the little square opening. The stun came next, and David remembered nothing more.
When he awakened, his arm was bandaged and he was shackled firmly to the floor with synthetic cuffs at his wrists, ankles, chest, and head. His head hurt, and he realized he was wet from his own urine. He felt the ankle cuffs tightening a little and heard a different voice, a woman's voice, say "My three-year-old can do better than that little stunt, Fleeter. No wonder you fleeters sent in the Marines. You're too dumb." The attendant gathered her things and left. The man from before opened the door for her, laughing at Boulay as he shut it again.
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