Comrade Totem: "Nyet. I am not done yet with the suspect, Comrade. A few more hours of beatings to the soles of his feet will produce the answers we want, I assure you. The spy, proofkuvina, will tell us everything we want to know, this I promise you. Yob tvoyu mat, this is enjoyable, is it not, Brother Dracoid? He bleats like a sheep every time I apply electricity to his zalupa."
Comrade Dracoid: "Ha ha! Let me have a turn with the cattle prod. It looks like you missed a spot on his **********
Zaebis'! Look at him jump when he gets the juice!"
/sounds of shrieks and screams echo around the Asylum
Comrade Totem: "Heheh. Hand me my bottle of vodka, Comrade. Thank you. When we finish with him and send him to the Gulag, those Slavic pidars will make him a Kozel opooscheny for certain. Now watch as I apply this cigarette to his eyeball."
/gutwrenching wounded animal sounds emante from the broken and bloodied hole that used to be proofkuvina's mouth
Comrade Dracoid: "Ho ho hoho! That is good, Comrade! The little zasranees won't lip off to us any longer on the Alla boards, will he?"
On and on it goes, well into the wee hours of the morning, until they extract the "confession" which will ultimately end with a bullet to the back of the head.
~Totem snaps to and comes out of his fantasy~
Did I just type what I think I just typed?
Totem
