You have a thought about how to get to his room. A map! And that's when you collapse on to a rotten plank of wood.
Ahh! A door,now, what is the number?' you murmer. Room: 9120? That's long'.
You knock timidly,as you are not too sure about the officer thinking kindly about being woken in pitch darkness.
A grumble breakes the chilling silence.You begin to think you should've asked the Captain after all.But it's too late now.
The scowl on his makes you want to hide.You take a step backwards, but you trip over an indistinct obstacle.You definitley think you should have asked the looney-but-nice Captain.Shaking, you turn in your black p.j.s and run.Your dash is followed by an angry snarl; the officer is chasing you.
He is a great athlete, and he tears after you, the "intruder".
He is catching up, a huge guy for a man who spent years in an office, and closer, closer, so close...
You are hanging from the mans hands by your pajamas.
"Trying to steal something, are you?" he growls.
"No..." you squeak.
He whips out a radio transmitter.
"You argue your case, I argue mine" he tells you.
He mutters into the transmitter, and you catch words like "black","run" and "steal".
When it is your turn, you cry "I'm innocent!! He's not!!!" into the reciever.
Then the officer grabs it back, then listens.
"Guilty" he says smugly "you can choose your cell tommorow."
THE END
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Ahh! A door,now, what is the number?' you murmer. Room: 9120? That's long'.
You knock timidly,as you are not too sure about the officer thinking kindly about being woken in pitch darkness.
A grumble breakes the chilling silence.You begin to think you should've asked the Captain after all.But it's too late now.
The scowl on his makes you want to hide.You take a step backwards, but you trip over an indistinct obstacle.You definitley think you should have asked the looney-but-nice Captain.Shaking, you turn in your black p.j.s and run.Your dash is followed by an angry snarl; the officer is chasing you.
He is a great athlete, and he tears after you, the "intruder".
He is catching up, a huge guy for a man who spent years in an office, and closer, closer, so close...
You are hanging from the mans hands by your pajamas.
"Trying to steal something, are you?" he growls.
"No..." you squeak.
He whips out a radio transmitter.
"You argue your case, I argue mine" he tells you.
He mutters into the transmitter, and you catch words like "black","run" and "steal".
When it is your turn, you cry "I'm innocent!! He's not!!!" into the reciever.
Then the officer grabs it back, then listens.
"Guilty" he says smugly "you can choose your cell tommorow."
THE END
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