You asked to go first, Miss?
I did. But you're not the one I want. I'll only hand myself over to a real torturer. A scientist who knows the art, and who has a taste for a challenge.
You won't be much of a challenge.
Hah! Says the guy who can't even make eye contact lest he loose track of my heaving bosom. You've been getting stupider ever since you tried to hit puberty and puberty hit back.
Kgalastad Incarcerations Monitor:
Hap, why don't you go ahead and take lunch. The Colonel wants this one.