PRISONER is still reeling from the torture, but nods.
Well alright! I’m just going to
remove this then.
Please... please, I’ll tell you
whatever you want to know. I
don’t know anything but please,
just stop torturing me... I’ll
tell you anything.
We’re not looking for answers Mr.
Infidel, we’re just feeding you!
Yes, in fact why don’t we give
him some food now. How about a
banana split? I love those!
That’s a great idea, B1!
Please, just let me go... I don’t
He is cut off, as the guards flip him over on the table.
The PRISONER is too weak to fight. He barely registers that
they are removing his clothes. His attention snaps back
once he hears whipped cream being sprayed along his back,
towards his buttocks. He is dumbfounded, almost dismissing
the thoughts he has. But his fears are confimed when B1
Well that’s the cream! Time to
split you with a creamy banana.
Tears stream down the PRISONER’s face as we see the implied
assault by B1 on the PRISONER. We hear the song become
louder and louder until it finishes.
The PRISONER awakes with a jolt. He realizes that he isn’t
in Gwantannymo and that it was just a dream. He rubs his
eyes, and lays back down for a moment, sighing in relief.
Honey, you ok? Come have some