// Part VIII: Thank Goodness It's Braille \\ Officer Reggie: Mr. Soy, have you reached the underground torture chambers yet? Soy: I believe so. I sense much torture equipment around me. I'm either in the chambers or Paris Hilton's private quarters. Officer Reggie: That's hawt. Soy: So, which way is OUT? Officer Reggie: Once again, you must head west until you find a large ancient wooden trellis. Soy: West? Trellis? Officer Reggie: This would be a much easier mission if you weren't so damn blind. Soy: Sorry. Alright...um...oh dear...unfortunately, I don't have one of your wives to point me west. Officer Reggie: Want me to send one? Soy: No, that's OK -- take 'em to dinner. Alright...these chambers can't be THAT complicated to navigate. Here I go! *Days later...* Soy: Reggie! I found the trellis! Officer Reggie: Are you sure? Soy: Of course! There's a sign here in Braille that says "TRELLIS"! Officer Reggie: Good work. If you go past there, you'll find the President's holding cell. Soy: Then I can be a bad dude and rescue the President! Officer Reggie: Go, Soy! There may not be much more time before the captors cause more mischief! Soy: Here I go! *busts through the trellis into the next room* Soy: Unhand that... uh-oh!!! [~to be continued~] « PREVIOUS || NEXT »