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[color=f26522]"Call me Fuhst-Duhgree Donneh."[/color]

[i]The next thing Lily knew would probably be a white flash of pain, and then darkness. When she turned around, Donny pulled out his high powered stun gun and attempted to jam it into the small of her back. It made police tasers look like joy buzzers. The brief shock could be compared to sticking a fork into an electrical socket. She'd live, but would be rendered absolutely senseless. Only for roughly thirty seconds though. Donny would aim to shock her twice more before he'd have finished bundling her into the back of the van and strapping her into a wooden kitchen chair with nylon cording, after patting her down for equipment of course. 

If this all came to pass, Lily would wake up with sore muscles and a headache in the back of the van as it cruised through the night. The vehicle stank of smoke and blood. In fact, there appeared to be rusty dried blood staining much of the big, nearly empty back. The rear seats had been removed to make room for whatever it is that freaks like Donny needed room for. Taking hostages, torturing for information, performing executions...

Cigarette stubs and bullet casings littered the floor and rolled haphazardly about as the psychopath steered sharply from side to side, weaving through traffic. By far the strangest thing though was the front seat radio, to which Donny was listening. It was simultaneously tuned to the chatter of police in conversation over their walkies, and to some ridiculously unfitting Bobby Brown song that had been used in Ghostbusters. There was no accounting for taste with maniacs these days.[/i]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=adsIOiRR074[/youtube]

[i]At least it was more interesting than going to the dentist.[/i]