Despite the searing pain in his crotch, Duncan was more or less able to follow what the others were saying. Most of the team had kept quiet, which was good, but here and there a few of them had let their emotions show. Could be bad if the torturers knew what they were doing... [b]'[i]Why,[/i] you ask? [i]Why[/i] must Mr Fluffywumple suffer so? Well it's quite simple really. You have information that I require, specifically the true purpose of SeeD as an organisation. Not exactly top secret details, eh? So surely to save this... poor, hideous little beast, you'll be open and honest with me, no?'[/b] With the moomba firmly secured, Mako went back to sauntering around the room, this time stopping before Xerox. [b]'You there, friend. You look like a man who speaks from the heart.'[/b] He clicked his fingers. In the centre of the room, the contraption affixed to the moomba's head began to whir and clank ominously. [b]'And so I'll ask you something easy to begin with, more of a choice that a question. Which would you prefer to watch; Mr Fluffywumple being sad, or the rest of your friends being sad together?'[/b]