Marjorie: The Plot Chickens

Unending BE - episode 183531

"But I'm telling you, it was me who called for help in the first place? Why would anyone want to rat on himself?"

"Shut up."

"Oh, and you guys didn't even read me my rights..."

"Shut up."

David noticed that there was something peculiar about these policemen. One of them had remained with Marjorie [option 1] and summarily sent the paramedics away even before he was dragged out, for example. And the one who was riding shotgun talked in the same monotone he heard from Marjorie's mouth a little while earlier.

"Oh, all right." he replied, deciding that fighting right here and right now was useless. Less than a minute later, the police car stopped.

"Get off." the cop said.
"Where are we? This isn't the police department!"
"Get off.
"Yeah, well, try OPENING THE FUCKING DOOR first?" Dave retorted. If these were real cops, and at this point it was getting less and less likely, at least now he knew where all the dumb cop jokes came from. The two policemen dismounted, opened the rear door, and uncerimoniously grabbed David by the armpits...

...into what looked like a costume shop. "What the hell? What's going on! Who are you? Help!" David screamed as the policemen were dragging him in. The one who drove there had the sense of knocking him down with his stick.

"Good work. Return to your patrol, and forget about the whole of this. the man behind the counter told them, making a strange hand gesture.

"So, the good Samaritan awakes."
David was lying down on what looked like a torture table out of an Inquisition tribunal, only cheesier. A quick glance around revealed shackles around his ankles and wrists, electric lights illuminating what probably wanted to be a reconstruction of a medieval dungeon, and other "torture implements" which were, in actuality, obviously designed to be used in bondage sex-play. A bald, moustached, goateed old man dressed in a heavy cape and generally making a good Ming of Mongo impression was walking in circles around the table. "Uh... You're straight, right? Are you? Are you?" David asked, sweating cold.

The old man threw his head backwards and belched out a low-pitched, ominous laugh. "I am Magon, and you have intruded upon my plans. You most certainly do not match my tastes, but..."

  1. "...That is easily remedied." Another ominous laughter later, Magon hit David square in the forehead with what looked like a magic wand.
  2. "...I am sure Alina will have some use for you." A tall, evil looking woman wearing a dominatrix outfit made by someone who has seen way too many episodes of Xena walks up next to Magon. "Dank you, my sire. You vill last me more than my previous plaything, yes?"
  3. *"...since I'm going to turn you into a busty bimbo, I might as well explain you my evil plan while you still have the brains to understand it."
  4. "...my brother Faal'kin will probably like you as you are. Bwahahaha!" While not homophobic, David has absolutely no intention to end up as a gay old man's prisoner, and breaks the shackles in a fit of adrenaline-induced rage.
  5. Back to Marjorie and the policeman (?) who takes her to a hotel.
  6. Back to Marjorie and the policeman (?) who takes her, not to a hotel but to Magon's estabilishment.
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