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..."You have a right to remain silent," said the Special Prosecutor. "All that you say can and will be used against you. If you do not have an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the state."
"Does that include a call to my D-D-D-Daddy?" the prisoner said with half-smirk.
The new Congress, led by Democrats, had convened, swore allegiance to the Constitution of the United States, and began doing their duties. From the outset, they investigated the more corrupt elements of the Bush badministration. There were so many corrupt elements, that they had to triage, both in suspects, criminality and treason.
So they started at the top, with Sneer. Then Skull. And here was Smirk, ready for interrogation, as signed into law only two months earlier.
Frog-marching him down a hall to a special sub-basement under the East Wing, the Special Prosecutor and sat him on a small stool in the middle of a barren room. A single white light shone in eyes that looked like those of a monkey.
Like a crazy monkey, he looked around. He saw the ceiling, walls and floor were made of concrete. The floor was slightly angled, leading to a grated drain in one corner. Along one wall was a stainless steel table. On it were several dozen sharp knives, tonged extractors and miscellaneous saws.
A stainless steel table, hinged at the middle, was along another wall.
"Heh heh heh. Thass jus' like a tiltie-totter."
A large tub of water was at one end, near a large roll of plastid wrap and a jumbo box of plastic garbage bags. It began to dawn on him.
The giggling mass-murderer felt himself begin faint, like he always did when remembering those kids read "My Pet Goat." But now, it was different. Now, the situation was one where it was only him and his own wits. And he was totally outgunned.
"POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPY!"
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