Yukonar looked down the stairway. "Why does it have to be at bedrock level? Why not like, up in a high tower? Like classic fairy tai- uh, oops. Er, I mean, these stairs are awesome!"
...(singing)*twenty-four hours laaaaterrrr!*...
"Must... Reach... Room..."
(Stop breaking it into pieces your killing me!)
plbb yeah I kinda like to do that to people.)
(When I'm feeling charitable.)
(want some more?)
Yukonar finally made it to the dark room below. opening the latch, he shoved the door open and emerged into a glowing red room.
"Boss," one of the Dark Samurai greeted him. "The prisoner is ready for interrogation."
"Good," Yukonar strode into the torture chamber. "Good."
"Should we begin?"
"No, be patient. Lord Greymon himself would like to oversee the operation."
"Himself?"
"Yes."
*gulp!*
"And don't make me look stupid, or else..."
*double gulp!* "YES SIR!!!!!!" *sweating like crazy*
Yukonar strode over the the princess. she was chained by her arms and legs to the roof and floor. A glowing red collar was latched across her neck. she was barely conscious, only alive enough to talk and live. "Now, sweety," Yukonar lifted her chin.
"Let's have a talk."
(scared yet? I'm still feeling charitable...)
"We command you to let us go." She demanded.
She glared at him.