Screams travel through the dark and moldy hallway that connects all the cells in the filthy prison.
Pass all the good photo opp. spots and group activity areas but none seemed to be coming from Achmed’s cell.
Achmed was cuffed and had a dirty thick cloth hood over his head, and he clearly had trouble breathing through it or that might have been the gag he had in his mouth.
He was shivering from the cold, his feet were in a puddle of his own tears and snot and his toenails were in need of a good manicure.
“He actually seems to enjoy this.”, On of the guards said while making a zapping sound with the two clips of the jumper cables that were connected to a car battery.
“One tough arab, maybe we should call in The Finisher.”, The other guard replied.
But before they could discuss who that even was, the door opened behind them and the guards moved out of the way of ‘The Finisher’.
“Remove his hood.”, The Finisher ordered.
“Achmed? Which one, you guys should really should be a bit more creative with names, like these two guys here, Bob and Joe, now those are good names.”, The Finisher said.
Achmed tried to say something back but because his mouth was still gagged his word came out as series of muffled sounds.
“So now you want to talk, huh? Now, now that The Finisher is here!” The Finisher yelled out of excitement because he knew what he was about to do.
Achmed couldn’t see who was talking to him until The Finisher stepped into the little light in the room created by the bulb hanging from the ceiling, he tried his best to keep his head up to get a good look at The Finisher who was stroking his fingers with a feather.
And then he realized.. He began to kick and scream, and the two guards held him down.
“So you don’t want to talk?” The Finisher asked.
Sweat was forming everywhere on Achmed’s body, and one of the guards removed his gag which used to be a pink scarf.
The Finisher grabbed onto his leg and stepped over it and held it tight between his thighs, and held onto the foot and started to move the feather slowly over the bottom of Achmed’s toes.
“No ticks!” Achmed screamed.
The guards laughed at his broken english.
Achmed was wiggling around in the chair he was tied up too, trying to free his legs somehow but The Finisher was too strong, then he suddenly farted real loud.
“Please no more.”, Achmed begged.
The Finisher laughed along with the guards while he tickled the bottom of Achmed’s feet.
With each stroke with the big feather Achmed released another big, loud and smelly fart.
The entire jail cell was filled with the smell of Achmed’s last supper.
“Stop, I can’t hold in!” Achmed yelled.
But The Finisher did not listen and before he knew it the specially made bomb that got inserted into Achmed’s anus went off exploding Guantanamo bay in its entire.
Another victory for the gay radical muslim group called Youth Muslim Cute Assassins, or YMCA for short.
Achmed was last seen happily in heaven with twenty vietnamese virgin ladyboys.
Pass all the good photo opp. spots and group activity areas but none seemed to be coming from Achmed’s cell.
Achmed was cuffed and had a dirty thick cloth hood over his head, and he clearly had trouble breathing through it or that might have been the gag he had in his mouth.
He was shivering from the cold, his feet were in a puddle of his own tears and snot and his toenails were in need of a good manicure.
“He actually seems to enjoy this.”, On of the guards said while making a zapping sound with the two clips of the jumper cables that were connected to a car battery.
“One tough arab, maybe we should call in The Finisher.”, The other guard replied.
But before they could discuss who that even was, the door opened behind them and the guards moved out of the way of ‘The Finisher’.
“Remove his hood.”, The Finisher ordered.
“Achmed? Which one, you guys should really should be a bit more creative with names, like these two guys here, Bob and Joe, now those are good names.”, The Finisher said.
Achmed tried to say something back but because his mouth was still gagged his word came out as series of muffled sounds.
“So now you want to talk, huh? Now, now that The Finisher is here!” The Finisher yelled out of excitement because he knew what he was about to do.
Achmed couldn’t see who was talking to him until The Finisher stepped into the little light in the room created by the bulb hanging from the ceiling, he tried his best to keep his head up to get a good look at The Finisher who was stroking his fingers with a feather.
And then he realized.. He began to kick and scream, and the two guards held him down.
“So you don’t want to talk?” The Finisher asked.
Sweat was forming everywhere on Achmed’s body, and one of the guards removed his gag which used to be a pink scarf.
The Finisher grabbed onto his leg and stepped over it and held it tight between his thighs, and held onto the foot and started to move the feather slowly over the bottom of Achmed’s toes.
“No ticks!” Achmed screamed.
The guards laughed at his broken english.
Achmed was wiggling around in the chair he was tied up too, trying to free his legs somehow but The Finisher was too strong, then he suddenly farted real loud.
“Please no more.”, Achmed begged.
The Finisher laughed along with the guards while he tickled the bottom of Achmed’s feet.
With each stroke with the big feather Achmed released another big, loud and smelly fart.
The entire jail cell was filled with the smell of Achmed’s last supper.
“Stop, I can’t hold in!” Achmed yelled.
But The Finisher did not listen and before he knew it the specially made bomb that got inserted into Achmed’s anus went off exploding Guantanamo bay in its entire.
Another victory for the gay radical muslim group called Youth Muslim Cute Assassins, or YMCA for short.
Achmed was last seen happily in heaven with twenty vietnamese virgin ladyboys.
