But Rodrigo, conversational imbecility is so entertaining!
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Heakie continued telling the crew their doomed fate, “You have until morning to tell us where to find Thoos. Otherwise we’ll use the tracers to discover every place you’ve been to in the past year.” Knox said, “That doesn’t sound so bad.” Heakie said, “It works by removing and analyzing the first several layers of your skin pulled off your entire body.” Knox said, “Yeah. okay. That sounds bad.” Heakie said, “Spizz, put them in the sandwich cell to await the tracers.” Thoos yelled, “You wouldn’t do that! Torture your own child!” Pointing at Thoos, Heakie yelled, “No, of course we wouldn’t! We’re not monsters like you!” Thoos yelled back, “But you just said-” Throwing their arms in the air, Heakie yelled, “You’re not our child! What will it take to drive that into your thick skull?” Thoos yelled back (there was a lot of yelling), “Gah! You are such ditch murfers!” Heakie yelled, “Thoos always called us that too! Why won’t you tell us where you hid our poor tortured child!” This yelled, “I’m right here!” Exhausted by all this, Rodrigo said, “Please, dear god, just put me in a cell so I can escape this imbecilic conversation.”
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So … tracer bots give exfoliating spa treatments?
And at No Extra Charge!
They certainly are ditch murfers. (Pardon my Tith.)
Yeah, I’m starting to agree with Rodrigo.
I can already hear the Abbott-and-Costello dialog between the tracer-bots as they discover the places the victims have been cease to make sense about two weeks ago. “Where’s Cleveland?” “Wherever he can, I guess.”
So, how much you want to bet they’ll be “rescued” by whoever threatened the parents? “Your child didn’t pay up so… WTF are you doing here? What kind of monsters are you?”