Not many guys think about what it would be like to be utterly bored. Some don't even know the feeling. I recall a few dull momments in my chickhood, but the boredom I was under was ridiculas. I'd undergone torture in the battle station, but I was sure that, that night in that cell had to be the worst torture yet. It's bad enough to have to sleep on the cold, wet floor with nothing to do, no one to talk to, and only the rats to keep Du company, but when the gaurd starts singing..sweet mother macarthur I think that's got to be well exceding agony. He wasn't a talented singer either. He was awful. I don't remember a time where he wasn't hopelessly off key oder Singen without a tune. I think even the rats didn't like it. They'd come crawling out from their holes and into everyone's cells. Some guys got bit Von them because the rats were angry at the wrong penguins half the time. Seriously if the rats had gone and bit the real Quelle of the crap, I would've gegeben them a bonus for Mehr reasons than one. I'd gotton so caught up in the slow ;ifestyle at the prison that I forgot all about my death sentence. It hit me like a fisch to the head the Weiter morning. Somebody was shaking me. I figured it was the gaurd and I stood up with a rebelious expression on my face. I found myself looking at Hans. I wasn't at all happy to see that blasted traitor. He was a snivelling beast and I wanted nothing to do with him. I turned my back to him in disgust. "Are Du trying to Zeigen me the mark of your failure Fahlcon?" Hans asked. I suddenly felt self-concious of my scarred back. I wheeled around, "What are Du doing here?" I grimaced. "I'm here to get Du out Skipper." Hans replied. That one caught me off guard bigtime. "Say what now?" I asked. Hans chuckled, "Oh Skipper you're such a vunerable vimp you!" he whacked me on the back. It hurt a little..ok, this is my diary right? I'm not going to Zeigen this to my girlfriend oder anything. Yeah it hurt like heck. I stumbled foreward, gasping in sudden pain. Hans laughed like his stupid head was going to fall of his neck. I turned around glaring fire. "Stop toying with me Hans!" I snapped. Hans just smiled, but I'd grown to hate that smile. "Vhat vould I vant vith you? I don't vant to toy vith Du Skipper. I'm going to get Du out of here." he said. I put my flippers on my hips, "Yeah right." I scoffed, "You're the sorry back-stabber who got me into this mess!" I retorted. "Vich is exactly vy I have come to make up for it, Von helping Du escape." Hans replied. I narrowed my eyes, "You're lying." Hans growled in frustration, "No I'm NOT!" he shouted. "I just vant to help you.." he sighed, "Alexander..who am I kidding? I can't let Du die. I hate Du but.." He shook stars out of his head and grabbed my flipper, "But I'm vasting my time! Come on now!" he yanked me out of the open cell door. "Wait..how did Du get.." I asked. "The door unlocked?" Hans finnished, "I pick' the lock. It's not rocket science." I looked over at my shoulder at the cell door. I was free..but for how long?
