He paced around quietly in his cell. He wanted to kick himself for his stupid plan. He thought it would be a good idea to see some action, but it turned out horribly wrong. He was now captured by the enemy with no hope of being released. The prison guard were less then kind to him. He had been punched on his way to his cell. He rubbed his jaw and was thankful it wasn't broken.

"Chink Jap bastards." Raylan cursed to himself. He hadn't received any food since being captured. One of the guards looked over at him from the table he was sitting at. Raylan smiled and waved with his swollen jaw. "Hello my chimpanzee humanoid counterpart!" He grinned from ear to ear knowing the likelyhood of his guard not knowing english were slim. "I think I may have fun with this." Raylan giggled to himself. "Hey! Hey!" Raylan leaped to his feet and stuck his face as much as he possibly could through the cell bars. The Japanese guard looked over at him as he continued eating his ration.

Raylan smiled wickedly and waved at him once more. To the Japanese guard the inmate looked more like a distorted rodent of some type begging for attention. He looked back down and continued eating his meal. He had no time to be concerned with an idiot pilot not got himself captured on a boneheaded mission.

"I bet I have a bigger penis then yours!" Raylan smiled again. "How you do Asian man! You have small penis!" Raylan shook the bars. The guard looked over at him again and shook his head. Raylan sighed and decided he needed to try a more direct approach. He walked away from the bars and smiled once more. "If this doesn't work I don't know what will." He kicked at the bars with his feet.

His Japanese counterpart sighed and jumped to his feet and yelled a command at Raylan in anger which was met with Raylan in his zen state of stupidity striking a Martial arts pose he had seen from the movie "Karate Kid". The prison guard's eyes widened as he rushed to the bars with his club and swatted at the metal bars. Raylan jumped back and pointed.

"Ah you so howney! I get it!" Raylan smiled. The Japanese guard rushed to open the jail cell door. There was no doubt know that the prisoner was making fun of him. The door slung open and slammed up against the metal bars as the guard rushed in. Before the Japanese guard could strike Raylan in the head with his club Raylan begin to have regrets and wondered if he should have just been a model inmate and kept quiet...it was too late now.

Five minutes after being struck multiple times over the head with a wooden club, Raylan stuck his head up from the cold, solid concrete floor and looked over at his Japanese captor as he wiped blood from around his forehead where he had suffered a laceration from his beating.

"Oh yea!.... well at least i can drive a car and not wreck it!" His head fell back on the floor. He quickly picked his head up off the floor again. "And I still see better then you even though I have one of my eye sockets swollen shut! ...Jap bastard." He passed out quietly after his head dropped back down with a quick thud on the blood covered concrete.

ooc: Stay tune for part deuce!

ooc: I was in a rush when i typed this up so their may be some errors in it...

He looked down at his plastic bowel and grimaced. He could see maggots stewing about in his rice. His left eye watered from where he had been beaten. His head still hurt from the gash he received when he was struck by his guard. Raylan giggled to himself when he realized his Japanese prison guard couldn't take a joke after he beat it into his thick skull literally.

"I don't appreciate the food...but after going a few days without some form of protein, I'm down for some maggots!" Raylan smiled to himself as he opened up his napkin to use his utensils to eat. To his unfortunate surprise all he was given was chopsticks. He sighed quietly to himself. "Sticks to eat? No thank you! I'm American! I'll eat with my hands! Yellow barbarians..." He mumbled to himself as he laid the chopsticks down beside his bed and begin to scoop pieces of rice with his hand. He quickly woofed down as much as he could. The rice had no taste...the only thing that added any flavor to the rice were the creepy crawlies inside of the rice.

As he ate his rice quietly, he began to strategize. He figure he was dead for sure. The Japanese weren't exactly known for being the most humane people when it came to the treatment of prisoners of war or even members of the civilian population for that matter. In Raylan's mind it was either lay down and die willingly, or he could die trying to escape...who knows he may get lucky. He was limited in his options of how he could go about doing this.

"Maybe I can sharpen the chop sticks up to a fine point and use it to gouge out the eyes of that guard somehow and proceed to making my way out of here." Raylan thought quietly to himself. For now he was more concerned with eating and getting his strength up and preparing for whatever was thrown at him. After a few minutes he was done with his share of rice and maggots. He sighed. He was beginning to wander if the Japs were giving him small enough portions to keep him hungry. He looked over at his guard through the iron prison bars and watched as he slurped up some noodles.

"Hey Tattoo you think you can give me some?" Raylan pulled his eyelids back and tried to make his best impression of his Japanese counterpart. The guard jumped to his feet after slamming his bowl of noodles down on the table. He had just about enough of this American prisoner and his nonsense. He shouted at Raylan. Raylan smiled with his eye lids still pulled back.

"Yah! I understand....well I would if I spoke barbarian!" Raylan smiled. The guard rushed toward the cell door. Raylan jumped back and prepared for the worst. Before the cell door could swing open and the beating would begin, another Japanese voice prompted the guard to stop. Judging from the sound of the voice the individual was angry with what the guard was about to do.

The guard stood at attention and saluted and answered back a few times. To Raylan this was an obvious cue that the voice in question was an officer. Now the only thing he wished he knew was what was being said. For all he knew they were discussing how he was going to be executed. The guard saluted again and then the door leading to the jail cells closed. The guard silently grumbled to himself and then looked over at Raylan.

"Pussy whipped huh? Oh don't worry I sympathize with you. CO's can be a bitch!" Raylan shrugged and turned his back for a moment to ponder his escape once more. He heard the distinct sound of the cell door behind him opening up. He quickly turned only to have a black hood thrown over his head. "Oh god not now! Can I at least be allowed to go to the bathroom!?" Raylan pleaded only for his plea to be answered with a swift blow to the head.

An hour had past since he was knocked unconscious. He still couldn't see thanks to the blasted hood. He however could hear noises surrounding the room he was in while he sat patiently tied to the chair. Rather then trying to figure a way out to escape or panicking, he had one particular issue on his mind.

"Oh man....I gotta pee."

1 hour later

"I gotta pee..."

30 minutes later

"I gotta pee..."

3 hours after being knocked unconscious.

"Oh god I gotta pee..." He slouched over in his chair and crossed his legs.

10 minutes later.

The door in the room where Raylan was being held opened quickly. Through his black hood he could see the light from the outside. It was reassuring to him in a way. It was almost a reward to see light for once even if it was from something as artificial as a light bulb.

"Mr.Howe I presume?" A voice said to him in a Japanese accent. The hood from his head was torn off. Raylan looked on stunned. "I'm sorry for the rather poor treatment you have received, but from what I understand you were asking for it."

"Holy shit!" Raylan interrupted as he bounced around in his chair. "I understand Japanese now!" Raylan smiled triumphantly. The Japanese soldier in front of him facepalmed. Raylan squinted and then chuckled. "Ohhhh You were speaking English to me. Heh silly me!" Raylan smiled. The Japanese soldier backed away and begin sniffing the air around the room. Some foul odder had all of a sudden reared its ugly head.

"Did you have a accident?" The Japanese soldier backed away as he noticed the puddle at Raylan's feat.

"Yea you guys totally didn't give me many options since I couldn't get up and go to the bathroom." Raylan smiled as best he could with his swollen face. The Japanese soldier shook his head.

"Right...Anyways were going to release you back to your American friends." Raylan smiled once more when he heard the news.

"Fucking aye!" He shouted with joy as he bounced around in his chair some more. "Hey look I can do a victory dance while tied to a chair!" Raylan bounced and rattled about. The Japanese soldier sighed and realized he must have encountered the dumbest person in the world. He raised his club and swatted Raylan in the forehead with it knocking him out