[b]'Ah, Miss Hell then! So glad to make your acquaintance dear.'[/b] If Heloise's threats had affected the man, he wasn't showing it. Indeed Royce, leaning up against the wall had to stifle a snigger. [b]'That saddens me to hear, but you see my dear, [i]you[/i] are on [i]my[/i] list. So welcome to the family all the same!'[/b] Mako clicked again and the bolts retracted from Duncan's flesh. The machinery pulled back, pushing him forward and flush with the wall. He hung limply, breathing raggedly and wheezing curses. [b]'See, Bobby's happy. Does that look like fear to you, Miss Hell? No no no no, that's joy and rebirth right there!'[/b] He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. What was going on in his sick mind was unclear, but he quickly came to a conclusion. [b]'Mr Royce, please bring in one of our little helpers. I feel a demonstration of Her Majesty's love is required.'[/b] As the other agent left the room, Mako began to pace about, stopping here and there to admire a SeeD. He seemed particularly satisfied with his handiwork on 'Bobby'. Royce soon returned, this time dragging a squat figure behind him. The two of them dragged it into the centre of the room, tied it to a pole and turned to the SeeDs. [b]'So then.',[/b] Mako began. [b]'This is one of our dear friends. Let's call him... Fluffywumple.'[/b] Despite the agonising pain in his crotch, Duncan was able to make out the shape of a moomba struggling against chains in the centre of the room. [b]'I have a proposition for you all. You see, I just want to get to [i]know[/i] you all better, but I also want Mr Fluffywumple here to feel involved, part of the family.'[/b] Royce pushed in a small cart, upon which sat a complicated looking device bristling with cables and cathodes. [b]'The idea is simple. I ask you a question, you answer. If I believe you, then Mr Fluffywumple gets to chose someone for a reward. If I don't... then poor Wumples will be sad.'[/b] They placed the device on the terrified moomba's head, strapping it down tight. [b]'Very, very sad.'[/b]