For two weeks I have been imprisoned. There were two other prisoners in the cell with me. One of them played the guitar and we sang sad songs about how corrupt rulers began wars, and ordinary peasants have to kill each other.
The cell door opened and a guard with a machine gun led me out.177Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡefV1XhRPAz
"Go over there, down the hallway," he said to me.177Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdRdPVaDoi4
"But why? There is a dead end!?" I was surprised.177Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC8PZ3j9VrP
"Shut up and go!"177Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLefOGQWDWh
I went along the corridor and at that time there was a click and an annoyed cry "What the hell, it's stuck again!"
I turned around, the guard was fiddling with the machine gun.177Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZfavMrR0EZ
"You wanted to shoot me down?" I asked irritably. "What about my last wish? I would love to drink a can of beer!"
The guard tossed me a can of beer. I drank it greedily, but something went wrong and I vomited.177Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoOfQ1MaYPJ
"What? Who will clean it up now?" the guard yelled.177Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa9XowFctA2
"I feel so bad, I won't" I answered.
Unhappy grumbling, the guard put the machine gun against the wall, brought a rag and began to clean it up.
"Interesting thing," I thought, taking and examining the machine gun. "It can probably shoot the board through."177Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAWlU2bAS7g
"Hey, watch out! This thing is loaded!" the guard exclaimed, defending himself with a rag.177Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHGrAVDuv3q
"Probably, it can shoot that rag through too," I thought and shoot. "Yes, it can."
