In Subterranea, an angry Captain Sludge slapped the first private he saw in line. “Pay attention i***t!” he barked.
“Yes-sir,” the quivering Shadow Swine replied from his place near the River of Lies.
“And that goes for the rest of you! It just might save your sorry lives in Barcelona.”
“But why we go there?” a thin lieutenant next to him asked.
Sludge turned on his heel and loosed a vicious kick, knocking the impertinent soldier on his butt. “Because I order it! How dare you question me!” he cursed. The captain continued kicking until viscous sweat poured down either side of his face.
The whimpering lieutenant crawled back into line.
Heaving several breaths, the captain stood over the stupid lackey and shook his head. “You all know why Surrealia is important!” Captain Sludge said, p
