/*this sequence, Man spraying Captive, continues on for a couple of minutes.

 

Long, awkward minutes.*/

 

Captive:My god... can't... can't you just soak a rag and gag me with it? This has gone

 

for hours...

 

 

/*Man stops squirting*/

 

Man:And let you bite me? I'm going no further then the length of this spritz

 

bottle's neck.

 

/*continues spraying*/

 

Man:At least the weather is pretty nice....

 

/*more time passes by then he stops to think*/

 

Man:You know, you're right.

 

Captive:That this is a ridiculous overreaction and that you should let me go?

 

Man:No. Better then that. I should order a pizza!

 

Captive:What?

 

Man:Yea, my hand is cramping up from all this spraying and I'm kind of hungry. []What do you like on your pizza? Green Peppers? I love green peppers...

 

/*at [] Man gets up to find a phone.*/

 

Captive:You're insane. This is ridiculous.

 

Man:That's not nice. Lots of people get Green Peppers on their pizza!You know what, fine. You're one of those "traditionalists" right? Pepperoni it

 

is!

 

Captive:I don't want pizza! Okay?! Just let me go and stop this!

 

Man:But... I'm buying...

 

/*Man looks hurt. Stands up to order food while saying:*/

 

Man:Fine. I'll get ME a pizza and you can have some when you feel a bit nicer. Just

 

plain out, let me know. Pepperoni or Cheese? You'll be nier once you've eaten

 

Mr. /Grouch/.

 

/*captive is exasperated. after a few seconds */

 

Captive:*sigh* will you let me go if I eat pizza with you?

 

Man:No! But at least you'll be fed! Okay, I'll order now.

 

/*dials number muttering about hwo dominoes is terrible and the Captive was

 

being Unreasonable.*/

 

Man:Alright... and... don't... Hey! Yea, I'd like to order-

 

Captive:HELP ME! DEAR GOD PLEASE HE WON'T LET ME GO AND HE'S GOING TO KILL ME

 

Man:Hush you. Oh? That screaming? That's my buddy Dodd. Always a kidder! Ha!

 

Anyway, 2 large pizzas, one pepperoni one Green Peppers. Mmmhm. Mmmhm. Yea, no,

 

delivery. Mmmhm.

 

Captive:HE'S LYING, HELP ME!

 

Man:2012 Brackenville road. Yep. Number? 302-555-5555. Yep seven fives! Weird, huh?

 

There's an extra big tip for getting it here fast. We're gonna die waiting!

 

/*Smiles at Captive and winks*/

 

Man:Thank you, Buh-bye.That guy was Awefully nice! Sounds like a good man!

 

Captive:He'll send help. He's got your address... I do too, you prick. When I get out

 

of here you've got hell to-

 

/*Man sprays Captive in mouth*/

 

/*rhythmically chanting "screw you", getting louder until he yells it,

 

during:/*

 

Man:Potty mouth. I just got you pizza and you're being /so/ rude. Money doesn't

 

grow on trees, you know? It's really against my code to by anything for someone

 

so dispicable. But you know... I'm a progressove guy! Got a little forgiveness

 

for even the worst scum...

 

Captive:SCREW YOUJust screw you.

 

Man:Well then.

 

/*is taken aback. Silence for a bit*/

 

Captive:Go f-

 

/*sprays. a pause.*/

 

Captive:Go f-

 

/*sprays. Captive gets angrier with each one and another pause.*/

 

Captive:G-

 

/*spray*/

 

 

Captive:G-

 

/*spray*/

 

 

Captive:G-

 

/*spray*/

 

 

Captive:G-

 

/*spray*/

 

Captive:JUST GO F-

 

/*sprays repeatedly and rapidly.*/

 

Captive:You need to just go--

 

/*The doorbell rings, cutting him off. Man excitedly gets up.*/

 

Man:Pizza's Here!

 

~~Fin for now~~

/*Tune in next time for the dramatic conclusion!*/

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