Post by thomas on Jun 5, 2010 14:30:40 GMT -5
The Orange Base's brig was not exactly San Quentin--its handful of cells were designed for the proverbial drunken sailor or even the occasional POW. Nonetheless, this hadn't stopped Thorvald from sinking into a deep depression regarding his imprisonment.
"But lassy, I jes' can na' understand a'why they'd put me in here? Just for me fishin'!"
I told you it was a bad idea. Ferdinand is pretty fed up.
"But how'm I supposed to fight from here?"
There are other pilots on this ship, Thorvald.
"But there was a battle today!"
It turned out fine. Just wait and see. Be patient.
Meanwhile, the two guards on duty stood just out of sight of Thorvald's cell, listening to what seemed to them to be a one sided conversation.
"You're sure there's no one in there, right? He doesn't have a phone or anything?" one of them whispered to the other.
"I'm positive! Every time I walk by... Just nothing," said the other. To demonstrate, he began to march down the corridor, giving Thorvald a stern look as he did so. Thorvald flung himself against the bars of his cell.
"You gotta' let me outta' here! I was nae' made to be locked up! I'm innocent, I tell ya!"
"Siggurdson, just relax! We can let you out in about a day. Ferdinand's orders. Eat some more of that disgusting fish the mechanics brought you."
"My cell reeks of herring!" Thorvald screamed. "Now I understand why everyone hates it!"
The guard just shook his head and wandered back to his partner. "Poor fella'..." he muttered. "I almost feel bad for him."
~
Earlier that day, as Miriam and Harry stood around, not entirely sure what to do with themselves, with their team leader imprisoned, a large Jamaican man came up to them, a spliff sticking out of his mouth. He was flanked on either side by two mechanics.
"You 'n you be da teamies o' da Thorvald, ya?" Maurice demanded in a booming voice.
"Er... I guess we are," Miriam answered.
"Ah, respect. I and I gonna' buy you two a pint!"
Suddenly, he dropped his voice.
"Listen, Thorvald asked us for a little favor and we need your help. They won't let us go see him because we've been involved with...some of his shenanigans before. But this could be important. So bring him this."
One of the mechanics produced a large box of fresh herring.
"We all chipped in to get it for him. He'll understand."
And so, not understanding what else to do, Harry and Miriam had brought it to Thorvald.
"You guys are swell," Thorvald said, with a beaming grin as they maneuvered the box through the bars.
"I can't believe you like this stuff..." Miriam said, holding her nose.
"Well, let me let ye' in on a little secret... Now, when I was a drug dealer in Africa--"
"All the best stories start with 'When I was a drug dealer in Africa,'" Harry cut in.
"...we only got one TV channel. And mostly, it was just congolese pop songs. But every day at four, they showed old episodes of MacGyver. Does that name ring a bell?"
Miriam and Harry both gave him blank stares.
"Well, then the res' o' the secret won't make much sense to ye'. I'll be see ye' shortly, so ye'd best be ready to go."
With this, Thorvald sat down and began to tuck into his fish. Miriam and Harry just wandered away, still confused.
What no one had noticed was that hidden beneath the fish were two slinkies and a can of spray paint...
"But lassy, I jes' can na' understand a'why they'd put me in here? Just for me fishin'!"
I told you it was a bad idea. Ferdinand is pretty fed up.
"But how'm I supposed to fight from here?"
There are other pilots on this ship, Thorvald.
"But there was a battle today!"
It turned out fine. Just wait and see. Be patient.
Meanwhile, the two guards on duty stood just out of sight of Thorvald's cell, listening to what seemed to them to be a one sided conversation.
"You're sure there's no one in there, right? He doesn't have a phone or anything?" one of them whispered to the other.
"I'm positive! Every time I walk by... Just nothing," said the other. To demonstrate, he began to march down the corridor, giving Thorvald a stern look as he did so. Thorvald flung himself against the bars of his cell.
"You gotta' let me outta' here! I was nae' made to be locked up! I'm innocent, I tell ya!"
"Siggurdson, just relax! We can let you out in about a day. Ferdinand's orders. Eat some more of that disgusting fish the mechanics brought you."
"My cell reeks of herring!" Thorvald screamed. "Now I understand why everyone hates it!"
The guard just shook his head and wandered back to his partner. "Poor fella'..." he muttered. "I almost feel bad for him."
~
Earlier that day, as Miriam and Harry stood around, not entirely sure what to do with themselves, with their team leader imprisoned, a large Jamaican man came up to them, a spliff sticking out of his mouth. He was flanked on either side by two mechanics.
"You 'n you be da teamies o' da Thorvald, ya?" Maurice demanded in a booming voice.
"Er... I guess we are," Miriam answered.
"Ah, respect. I and I gonna' buy you two a pint!"
Suddenly, he dropped his voice.
"Listen, Thorvald asked us for a little favor and we need your help. They won't let us go see him because we've been involved with...some of his shenanigans before. But this could be important. So bring him this."
One of the mechanics produced a large box of fresh herring.
"We all chipped in to get it for him. He'll understand."
And so, not understanding what else to do, Harry and Miriam had brought it to Thorvald.
"You guys are swell," Thorvald said, with a beaming grin as they maneuvered the box through the bars.
"I can't believe you like this stuff..." Miriam said, holding her nose.
"Well, let me let ye' in on a little secret... Now, when I was a drug dealer in Africa--"
"All the best stories start with 'When I was a drug dealer in Africa,'" Harry cut in.
"...we only got one TV channel. And mostly, it was just congolese pop songs. But every day at four, they showed old episodes of MacGyver. Does that name ring a bell?"
Miriam and Harry both gave him blank stares.
"Well, then the res' o' the secret won't make much sense to ye'. I'll be see ye' shortly, so ye'd best be ready to go."
With this, Thorvald sat down and began to tuck into his fish. Miriam and Harry just wandered away, still confused.
What no one had noticed was that hidden beneath the fish were two slinkies and a can of spray paint...