[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Sep-09-00 AT 12:44PM (GMT)[p]*Jim Bob opens the glove box, fumbles around a bit while he whistles a tune*
Jim Bob: Now where can it be? Hmmmmmmmm... *turns slowly to the spy, smiling* I found it!
Smaug: Don't get TOO rough with him. We wouldn't want him to faint, would we?
Jim Bob: No, only as close as possible.
*pulls out a rather mean looking blowtorch with flames painted on the sides, and starts untying the spy's shoes*
Spy: *wriggling about wildly but being kept firmly by Smaug* GAH! STOP! NO! I... I WON'T TELL... AAH!
*Jim Bob takes off one shoe and looks around, like he's searching for something*
Jim Bob: (to the spy) You don't have a match, do you?
*Smaug laughs heartily, the spy's face gets a very pale tint of red*
*Jim Bob sticks his hand down the pocket of the spy and pulls out a black zippo lighter*
Jim Bob: Aha! Fine workmanship. Now let's jus' get it running... *flicks the top open and lights the flame, the spy looks like he's about to pee his pants any moment now*
*Jim Bob holds the lighter up in front of the blowtorch and turns the knob. A blue flame shoots out from the nozzle. Jim Bob hovers it back and forth, closer and closer to the spy's bare foot*
Spy: (screaming at the top of his lungs) STOP!!! I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT! JUST STOP IT!!! AAAAAH!!! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT GODDAMMIT!!!
*Jim Bob takes away the blowtorch, but doesn't put it out*
Jim Bob: Fine. I'd like to know how you got all the way down here, why you wanted to kill us and how the ATM knew I was sent down here.
Spy: I... I came here by car. I left it around a mile east from the town and made my way in on foot. I arrived in Houston just a few hours before you. I didn't expect you to have a companion with you, and I didn't expect you to come in with a car like this, but a pickup. It was much harder to mount the bomb under this car than it would have been on a pickup. That's why the guards noticed the bomb. I wanted to kill you because you were going to warn the NTA, and that would have been catastrophic. And..
*the spy lights up with a faint hope*
They will send squads to kill you when they realize i failed, so you have no chance! Just release me now and maybe they won't send soldiers.
Jim Bob: Heh, thanks for telling us that. We'll be on guard.
*the spy's triumphant smile turns into an open-mouthed frown*
Jim Bob: Continue.
Spy: But... but... I've told you all I know!
Jim Bob: You let out one question. How they know I was sent down here.
*The spy shuts his mouth*
Jim Bob: Awww, come on. You know you're gonna tell us eventually anyway. *lifts up the blowtorch*
Spy: Okay, okay! We knew you were here because we've already entered Arkansas. We've taken most of the land by the Mississippi and we're currently advancing. We tortured a few leaders and found out that you were sent here, so they sent me-
Jim Bob: YOU BASTARDS! *suddenly throws a punch straight to the spy's jaw, sending his head backwards, bleeding* YOU MOTHERFUCKING PIECEASHITS! YOU-
Smaug: Calm down, he won't tell us anymore if you kill him!
Jim Bob: FUCK! They've already invaded! SHIT! We can't stand to waste more time and THE NTA WON'T BE AVAILABLE TILL THE EVENING! GOD DAMN IT! *shakes his head in despair*
Smaug: Think rational! It's bad, but make the best out of it!
*there are a few seconds of silence as Jim Bob tries to calm down*
Jim Bob: You're right. But it's impossible! In eight hours my whole country may be taken! What the hell should we do?
*suddenly, Jim Bob notices a group of people approaching them. They don't look like they are on a courtesy call.*
