So slowly but surely, we made it to the “Exit” door. Flarq picked the lock no problem and opened it. It lead not to freedom, though, but to an old torture chamber. And the guards were there waiting for us, psyched to give the old machinery some exercise.
Those sadists really are sadists.
How providential - it appears there is an advertissment by my estimable provider that may offer some ideas for Gus on how to extricate himself from this latest 'mise-en-scene:'
Leather Pirate Boots: Affordable pirate boots for men & women. Express shipping available.
Pirate Boots: Black leather pirate boots for your costume needs. Great prices.
I really do think the best thing would be for Gus and the Venezuelan gendermerie to join forces and make a quick, profitable little art film for discerning cognoscenti. Then in the confusion of the press junket to promote the thing, make good their escape at last. Because, after all, there is still the matter of that B. whale on Gus' docket.
It could be terribly profitable - the world's first pirate pornographic entertainment... that is, with real pirates rather than merely copied off of a bootleg tape shot from a camera hidden in the decolletage of a moviegoing patron (or patroness).
Erm. That was rather too specific a description, perhaps I should be a little more circumspect in future.
If Gus does take my suggestion, I humbly offer the title:
Pirates of the Sado-Masochian...
and the tag line "You will believe that a pirate says "ARRRRRGH!"
Of course, something completely different may happen - there's still CIA-trained killer WMDs lurking about somewhere.
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