“Attention,
foul jailers, attention!” I shouted and
hammered on the bars of my cage. “Arouse
yourself from your sweat-sodden slumbers and vulgar, erotic dreams and take me
to Captain Varod. Soonest – or even
sooner!”
My
fellow prisoners awoke, calling out in righteous anger and threatened all sorts
of unimaginative bodily harm. I returned
the insults with enthusiasm and eventually the night guard appeared, scowling
with menace.
“Hi there,” I called out cheerily.
“Nice to see a friendly face.”
“You want your skull broke, kid?”
(from The Stainless
Steel Rat Gets Drafted by Harry Harrison)
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