The Interrogation

I paced back and forth as my prisoner watched me back and forth. He seemed much gentler without his giant Mecha-tawr. I had him on the floor bound down. He looked at me with kind eyes and a simple smile over his beard. I grabbed him by the horns and dug my knee into his snout. "How do I get to the Trolls, assface?" I politely asked. He looked up at me now with tears in his eyes and blood running down his mouth froim his nose and said to me in his gay Liverpoolish accent(a place on some fag planet I came across a while back ago) " What'dya do that for? That really hurt, it did." He could easily fight back. This thing is massive. A bit small for a Mayhnohtawr, but still large enough to break through the many bindings I put on him and crush me. But he just keeps sitting there, staring at me. "I'm trying complete my mission. I'm escorting a goverment aid to the Directorate Capitol. You said she's with the Trolls. Now tell me how to get to her." I just want this beast to cooperate with me. As I finish my request, he continue to stare. It's irritating. If he doesn't answer me soon, I will kill him. Not because I have to, but because I'm that impatient. He smiles " You didn't say the magic word." "YOU MORON! I AM GOING TO SMASH YOUR HEAD IN WITH YOUR OWN HAMMER IF YOU DON'T TELL ME WHERE THE TROLLS ARE HIDING!!!" I would've unloaded on this guy if I still had my plasma pistol-rifle. Though, I think I got to him. Because now those eyes that were kind and filled with happiness were now sad and glossy. "I don't have a hammer. I never had one. After the meanies and the Big boss with the red eyes sent the other Mayhnohtawrs away. There was no one else but me. No more soldiers, no more pie makers, and no more hammersmiths." I heard of the Great Mayhnohtawr Resistence. They had Barthalog on the run for long time. Until he brought in the Trolls. " So it's just you?" I asked. "That's right. And I was doin a good job of stayin alive until you busted my Mecha-tawr." "I'm sorry." The last of his kind. I know that feeling. "Look. If you help me, I'll help you get your revenge. Just please, show me where the trolls are keeping Michi-bot." He sat and thought awhile. "I'll show you where they're keeping her. But I don't want revenge. I just want a hammer. Help me retrieve the great hammer of Marcus the Forge and I will take you to your little girl-bot." "Who's Marcus the Forge?" I asked. "Well, he was the leader of the Resistence, the maker of hammers, and well....." he paused for a moment, then looked back at me with a few more tears in his eyes. " Well, he was also my dad." I stretched my hand out towards him. He grasped it with his massive mitts. "It's a deal. Show me where they're keeping your dad's hammer and then you can take me to Michi-bot." I'm excited. I may get to kill a lot of people. "That'll be simple. They're both in the same place." He got to his feet, breaking all of my binding as I thought he could. "It's off to the cave now." It seems like our time in the Labyrinth on the surface is over. But our time in the Labyrinth underground has just begun. I hate trolls.

Until Next Time,
Christopher DeLaPaz I.S.D out