a scream of pain and I knew instantly what had happened by the splashing of liquid on the floor.The big oaf had tripped over his big feet and fell face first into the tub of developing liquid, buying me some more time. I knew that using my stalker camera (as the picture boy at Wal-mart called it) would buy me some time. Laughing to my self, I pulled the ropes lose and waited for the now blind goober to come stubling back in here. The door slamed open and ,to my horror, out came -

-Dave. Who is Dave? He’s just a guy that may or may not have CAPTURED ME AND TURNED ME INTO THESE GUYS ! Whoa. Sorry. Lost my temper there. But there Dave was, holding a pencil, with that ‘I’m Dave, you’re you, deal with it’ smirk. No. Friggin. Way. I was not going to be some guinea pig for ANYTHING he had his mind on. I started to…