Major Sherwood was not amused. He marched us all double time to his personal cabin to begin the interrogation.
As we came up to the ominous cabin, I got to thinking about what kind of torments Sherwood used to pry confessions from suspects, and then WHAM! Suddenly, I’m a head on a wall.
“I told you we didn’t want to get on his bad side,” Dweebs whispers to me, just before—FWAP! He gets a riding crop to the cheek.
“No talking!” the Dictator screams. “Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I say, right before—FWAP!
“I said NO TALKING! Understand?”
