Un Deg Naw: Countrycide
[The meat hook swings in front of him, the bile rising to the roof of Ianto's mouth as memories of baseball bats and hessian sacks over his head rush forward in his mind. He stumbles back out of the games room pulling out his pistol as he shudders and looks around to the slightly safer looking corridor. ]
All I need is that sodding fridge with the feet in again. I have had it with this bloody castle trying to get into my head!
[Have a very pissed off Welshman trying not to think of being served up to cannibals again before he breathes out slowly and slides the gun back into his holster.]
I would not recommend going into the games room unless you're rather fond of the Spanish inquisition.
All I need is that sodding fridge with the feet in again. I have had it with this bloody castle trying to get into my head!
[Have a very pissed off Welshman trying not to think of being served up to cannibals again before he breathes out slowly and slides the gun back into his holster.]
I would not recommend going into the games room unless you're rather fond of the Spanish inquisition.