Plan going completely smoothly. :-/
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-Thoos and Val entered Underrock Prison in guard uniforms. One of the guards on duty said, “Welcome to Underrock Prison. So, you’re guards from Bricknoll Penitentiary, here for a prison cell inspection. That’s a new one to me.” Thoos said, “Oh, you know. It’s just one of those policy changes. Happens all the time.” Looking on the computer, the guard said, “Let’s see… Flechkt and Poobly. Just bringing up your files. Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen two resumes so impressive.” Thoos smiled and said, “Thank you!” Val whispered to Thoos, “I told you not to overdo it.” The second guard came over to them with a scanner and said, “Okay. Well, let’s scan you for weapons.” The scanner started beeping wildly. Thoos said, “But we need them! There are criminals in there!” Guard number two said, “You do know that’s the point of a prison, right? What do you expect to happen? Some big prison break with guns blazing?” Thoos argued, “It could happen! That stuff happens all the time! And then we’ll have to fight for our lives!” Shocked, guard number two said, “What the blatz is going on over at Bricknoll Penitentiary?” Val said, “If you think that sounds bad, you should see what happens when there’s only one donut left in the break room.”
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I hope they don’t have a picture of Picknar from the raid on Loomp’s lab, and notice the tith who wants to inspect Loomp’s cell looks a lot like one of the test subjects.
No need for guns, they got plot armor.
And countdown to to everything going wrong for them: Five. . .Four. . .Three. . .Two. . .
“Excuse me, but I don’t recognize your species. What are you?”
“Tithorian. Well, a Tithorian trapped in a human’s body?”
“Human?! Red alert! Immediate lockdown! All personnel to reception! Bring the entire armory with you!”
Hi,
All they need do is drop one name: Dimitri. Then, they will gladly be allowed to do whatever they want.
I think that only works for Dimitri. I mean, everybody knows Dimitri.
Intimately.
Perhaps not the Darnitawls. And certainly not without protection.
“Passing the seventieth floor of the Empire State Building. Everything going as planned!”