Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-29637681-20171026201241

Achilles returns to the cell. “You knowth, byth stayinth alivth you’re ruinthinth all thth fun. Itd’th be better to have yaou DEAD!”

He rolls a pair of dice. It comes up as a pair of threes.

“WOULD SOMEBODYTH SHUTH THITH FELLA UP WITH NINETH ELETHROTHORUS!?”

Nine eels jump out of the nearby pool and electrocute the informant to no end. He falls from his binds, into the pool, where even more eels maul him to near-death.

A figure appears in the doorway. “Well done, Achilles. I must say, your intellect has proven to be very useful. Maybe you aren’t as stupid as your lisp and constant spitting makes you seem.”

The figure leaves the doorway.

(I’ll introduce this person later; for now refer to him as “The Figure.”)