"Well... the plan would have worked if that rebel hadn't spotted us."
"Excuse me? Are you trying to make me feel better?"
"... I just thought that maybe you might feel comforted--"
"Yeah, right. Look at us! We're prisoners stuck in the middle of Rebel Fortress, surrounded with no hope of escape, and guaranteed a most painful death. Now how exactly will you make me feel comforted?"
"... Well, if you really want to be that pessimistic... I mean, if you just look outside, you know, it looks kinda nice with the trees and the sunset and the--"
"Prison guards?"
"... That too."
"I say we need to bust outta here. Whaddya say?"
"Um..."
"Don't be such a wimp! If we don't try, we'll never make it out."
"Well... okay."
"That's the spirit. Come on."
Clatter. Clank. "Huh--?" Bonk. Guard goes down.
"Now, let's keep going."
"Okay--"
WHEEEOOOOOEEEEOOOOO.
"They spotted us! Run! Run!"
"They're catching up to us! I can't--"
"Keep goin'--"
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"... Well... they have pretty good meatballs here."
"Shut up!"
Written using Write or Die in about 7 minutes. It's a bit messy. I don't know if I'll go back to this later or not.
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