The Torture Begins

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Ivan appeared again with big, metal, dental tools and a black muzzle.

"Let me go first," Ivan said.

"Then, let me give your brain a taste of laser," Fisheye replied.

Ivan held back another upcoming outburst, put down the muzzle, and gave Fisheye the tools, though Ford could hear him mumbling, "Why was he given the good stuff?"

"Shut your trap, baldy, and keep his mouth open," Fisheye barked at him. "And for the record, I got the good stuff because I wasn't a failure my whole life!"

"You barely even lived a life!" Ivan exclaimed, as he took two tools with U-shaped ends and put them in the sides of Ford's mouth, and pulled them so hard all of Ford's mouth was exposed.

Ford grunted, although he was trying to say, "What are you doing?!"

Fisheye held up a pair of tweezers and lowered them to Ford's mouth. Then he turned to Ivan, "Well, I did better living in it than you!"

Then, an idea struck Ford. I can use the animosity between them to escape. But how-

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