Diamonds Are Expensive
You have to stay sane. You can't crack up. You need to stop Dr Rather Nasty's evil plan, get the girl (and possibly a promotion) and live happily ever after. You sit in the corner of the room and wait...
There's a knock on the door. You check your watch. It's 4:17am. You haven't eaten a thing in ages. That must be what this is.
The door opens. It's Marascanger. He's carrying a tray of what you think is supposed to be food but looks more like cat shit.
"Dinner today," he says, "is cat shit."
Oh. You were right. Sadly.
"Hurry up. I have to stay here and watch you eat."
You stagger to your feet. Marascanger's waistcoat is very lop-sided. His pocket is bulging. The Big Lead Gun. You don't want cancer. You'd better not piss him off.
You take the tray off him and put it in the corner, and start thinking.
Then something hits you. It's Marascanger.
"Stop staring into space like that. It's creeping me out."
"Sorry," you say.
Then something else hits you. An idea. Now would be a great time to escape and run like hell.
But how will you get past Marascanger?
There's a knock on the door. You check your watch. It's 4:17am. You haven't eaten a thing in ages. That must be what this is.
The door opens. It's Marascanger. He's carrying a tray of what you think is supposed to be food but looks more like cat shit.
"Dinner today," he says, "is cat shit."
Oh. You were right. Sadly.
"Hurry up. I have to stay here and watch you eat."
You stagger to your feet. Marascanger's waistcoat is very lop-sided. His pocket is bulging. The Big Lead Gun. You don't want cancer. You'd better not piss him off.
You take the tray off him and put it in the corner, and start thinking.
Then something hits you. It's Marascanger.
"Stop staring into space like that. It's creeping me out."
"Sorry," you say.
Then something else hits you. An idea. Now would be a great time to escape and run like hell.
But how will you get past Marascanger?