Prison Breakout
The guard unlocks the cell with his big, rusty key. Each with one arm on Freddy, they throw him rashly on the bed. Then they both take out a syringe and inject Freddy with this lavender serum which makes him fall asleep.
The more muscular guard, who you've nicknamed, Mr. Macho, turns to you, “aye he should be be,” his strong New York accent coming through.
“He just needs to—aye what you got there?” You quickly look down with your entire plan at your knees.
“Uh,” panic explodes in your brain, “nothing.”
The chubbier guard, who you call, Mr. Chubs, rips the papers from your bed.
He gives you a look, and then the other guard intervenes when he states, “You will now come with us.”
The more muscular guard, who you've nicknamed, Mr. Macho, turns to you, “aye he should be be,” his strong New York accent coming through.
“He just needs to—aye what you got there?” You quickly look down with your entire plan at your knees.
“Uh,” panic explodes in your brain, “nothing.”
The chubbier guard, who you call, Mr. Chubs, rips the papers from your bed.
He gives you a look, and then the other guard intervenes when he states, “You will now come with us.”