The prisoners in the individual cell had formulated the plan perfectly at last. Julien ran out the large, open window and began to do the macarena in front of the Droids, they surrounded him and proceeded to grab his arms and legs, as they did so, Hannah leaped up and sprayed water directly on the Droid's Neuronic chips, they ran around brainlessly, until they shut off completely, now was their chance. Lilly jumped out the window to follow Hannah and Julien, but Private didn't leave for some apparent reason. He began to head to the other cells to see if he could rescue any others. "Private!! What're Du doing?!" asked Lilly. "I need to save the others, they'll die here without us!!" sagte Private desperately. "Alright, but take this!!" sagte Lilly, throwing him a pen. "What's this?" asked Private. "Acid in a pen, Hannah made it in prison 14 days ago, now disintegrate the bars of their cells, we'll find two spaceships to accommodate everyone!! Now hurry!!" pleaded Lilly. "Aye aye madam!!" saluted Private, uncapping the pen and rubbing the tip on the bars of each cell, he pushed out 5 bars, and everyone in the prison, except the dead ones, headed out the large window.
Dr. Damion headed off into his own personal room, locking the door to anyone outside. He sat in his control area chair looking at his reflection in a mirror. "I am indeed very honest, truly to the herz in fact, I'm a genius, and I have attraction of the female assistants, they all Liebe me, it just......... Disgusts me... What is that feeling called, when Du get bubbling with rage at your pitiful age? After all, I am 43 years of age, but how do I get here where I am as the supreme ruler of the world?" he sang lightly. He looked in the mirror at his own eyes, they were their usual red coloring. "My eyes how they burn, redder than the freshest of blood, richer than stockloads of burgundy wine!!! I shall tame that swine, Private, he says as I recall..... Why are they like this I tell Du the truth!!" he sang into his own reflection now. He stopped Singen as he explained. "Even though this is the best Tag of my life, enjoying executions, I'm not always this way I tell you, I was once "Ignatious Keller" in my schooling years, I remember, the best in the class, the superior mind in that cursed High school.... "Smartass" they called me, copying my answers, ruining my life with their acts of stupidity."
"The real faggots, as they called me, is them, they called me names, they beat me up like a worthless dog at the end of a straße alley and robbed me!!!" he screamed, banging his fist so hard on the tabelle that it snapped the leg and broke it. "They knew I was that vulnerable one that could be taken out easily!!! So damn easily!! Until I brought that gun to school..." he said, hearing shots feuer inside his mind. "They paid the ultimate price, and my words of speaking got me out of a marmelade for homicide. Life was good then, I got revenge without jail time. I became enrolled into a college study, inventing the Solar Emeralds to power up anything with less activation energy, successful in the end at running a vehicle with 1/4 of the required fuel. Then I turned to Mehr elaborate things, like making medicine to cure AIDS and other newer diseases, but at the cost of others, I don't mind, it went very successful, they lived through the tests anyways, and I was entrusted as a disease expert, until, a survivor of my school shooting ratted me out as inhumane for testing on living beings!!!" his eyes glowed red, a brilliant, hateful red. "They threw me out the board of science, they called me an insane alcoholic, they stahl, stola whatever blueprints I had, they robbed me, and they deserved it worst. I made a fatal mistake when I tested my first Destroyer of Worlds, it fluctuated and exploded into my face, even with goggles, they melted the frame, causing those shards to fly into my once perfect eyes, a solid brown they used to be, until I put these in, they are just as good, if not better, than my original eyes," he concluded. Then, a bang on the door was heard. The door opened to Johnston at the door frame.
"What is it?!" asked Dr. Damion. "Sir!! The prisoners have all escaped their cells!! They are going to steal one of your rockets to leave!!" yelled Johnston. "What?! IMPOSSIBLE!!! I had my best Swat Droids tonight and- Johnston, did Du install the newer, waterproof, Neuronic chips into the Droids?" asked Dr. Damion. Johnston gulped and paused as he sweated. "Tell me the truth Du inferior otter, did you?!" he demanded. "I-I-I almost did, but Dr. Blowhole told me not to, and he-" sagte Johnston, in a frightened tone. "YOU NEVER LISTEN TO MY ALLIES!!! ONLY TO ME!!!" sagte Dr. Damion, grabbing Johnston's throat, lifting him 2 feet off the floor. "Since Du have apparently failed my demands, I do believe it's, time for that new pelz mantel I always wanted!!" he smiled as he went upstairs to a torture chamber, the walls all had over 1,400 buttons, designating what type of torture it was. "Sir!! I will promise not to screw up again!! Please sir!!" pleaded Johnston, as he was strapped into a chair. "You'll even get to pick your torture Johnston, this is fair enough for you, now would Du like to be Electrocuted, Forcefed, Strangled, oder Accupunctured with a nail gun?" asked Dr. Damion. "I-I guess, Du could do one least deadly to me?" asked Johnston in a begging manner.
Dr. Damion headed off into his own personal room, locking the door to anyone outside. He sat in his control area chair looking at his reflection in a mirror. "I am indeed very honest, truly to the herz in fact, I'm a genius, and I have attraction of the female assistants, they all Liebe me, it just......... Disgusts me... What is that feeling called, when Du get bubbling with rage at your pitiful age? After all, I am 43 years of age, but how do I get here where I am as the supreme ruler of the world?" he sang lightly. He looked in the mirror at his own eyes, they were their usual red coloring. "My eyes how they burn, redder than the freshest of blood, richer than stockloads of burgundy wine!!! I shall tame that swine, Private, he says as I recall..... Why are they like this I tell Du the truth!!" he sang into his own reflection now. He stopped Singen as he explained. "Even though this is the best Tag of my life, enjoying executions, I'm not always this way I tell you, I was once "Ignatious Keller" in my schooling years, I remember, the best in the class, the superior mind in that cursed High school.... "Smartass" they called me, copying my answers, ruining my life with their acts of stupidity."
"The real faggots, as they called me, is them, they called me names, they beat me up like a worthless dog at the end of a straße alley and robbed me!!!" he screamed, banging his fist so hard on the tabelle that it snapped the leg and broke it. "They knew I was that vulnerable one that could be taken out easily!!! So damn easily!! Until I brought that gun to school..." he said, hearing shots feuer inside his mind. "They paid the ultimate price, and my words of speaking got me out of a marmelade for homicide. Life was good then, I got revenge without jail time. I became enrolled into a college study, inventing the Solar Emeralds to power up anything with less activation energy, successful in the end at running a vehicle with 1/4 of the required fuel. Then I turned to Mehr elaborate things, like making medicine to cure AIDS and other newer diseases, but at the cost of others, I don't mind, it went very successful, they lived through the tests anyways, and I was entrusted as a disease expert, until, a survivor of my school shooting ratted me out as inhumane for testing on living beings!!!" his eyes glowed red, a brilliant, hateful red. "They threw me out the board of science, they called me an insane alcoholic, they stahl, stola whatever blueprints I had, they robbed me, and they deserved it worst. I made a fatal mistake when I tested my first Destroyer of Worlds, it fluctuated and exploded into my face, even with goggles, they melted the frame, causing those shards to fly into my once perfect eyes, a solid brown they used to be, until I put these in, they are just as good, if not better, than my original eyes," he concluded. Then, a bang on the door was heard. The door opened to Johnston at the door frame.
"What is it?!" asked Dr. Damion. "Sir!! The prisoners have all escaped their cells!! They are going to steal one of your rockets to leave!!" yelled Johnston. "What?! IMPOSSIBLE!!! I had my best Swat Droids tonight and- Johnston, did Du install the newer, waterproof, Neuronic chips into the Droids?" asked Dr. Damion. Johnston gulped and paused as he sweated. "Tell me the truth Du inferior otter, did you?!" he demanded. "I-I-I almost did, but Dr. Blowhole told me not to, and he-" sagte Johnston, in a frightened tone. "YOU NEVER LISTEN TO MY ALLIES!!! ONLY TO ME!!!" sagte Dr. Damion, grabbing Johnston's throat, lifting him 2 feet off the floor. "Since Du have apparently failed my demands, I do believe it's, time for that new pelz mantel I always wanted!!" he smiled as he went upstairs to a torture chamber, the walls all had over 1,400 buttons, designating what type of torture it was. "Sir!! I will promise not to screw up again!! Please sir!!" pleaded Johnston, as he was strapped into a chair. "You'll even get to pick your torture Johnston, this is fair enough for you, now would Du like to be Electrocuted, Forcefed, Strangled, oder Accupunctured with a nail gun?" asked Dr. Damion. "I-I guess, Du could do one least deadly to me?" asked Johnston in a begging manner.