Smokin' with Logan

[Zeltak]

[font=Palatino Linotype]July 01, 818 AS
Twentyth entry.

[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,

Guess what happens when you take a Prison Station, Doc, some hacking tools and an extremely manly man whose name just happen to be Logan? You get a frickin' chaotic mess, that's what!

I mean Doc's plan was simple, but sure as hell it was a genius one. With his engineer and computer skills it was no frickin' match against these suckers, a little hackin' code here and another over there, and what ya' get?

Ya' get every-single-one of these frickin' cells opened in no time!

And that ain't even the best part. Ya' see, this guard, he enjoyed, I mean he -loved- to throw my food on the floor and force me to eat it like a lil' dog. I had to stand up to his crap for a loooong frickin' time. So, when ya' start hearin' the alarm goin' off because the cells on the floors below me are beginning to open, I start to smile. 'Cus I know, boy do I know, that soon, soon my frickin' cell is going to open as well.

I started walking hastily around my little cell like a caged animal - screaming and growling ya'know. 'Cus when that cell opened, it was like you released the frickin' beast himself. I jumped on that motherf- so bad, he wish he was never born.

Now the plan seemed to be just creatin' alot of chaos with all these prisoners runnin' 'round, I mean it would be frickin' hard for them to keep an eye on me durin' such moments. I manage to meet up with one of Doc's drones, who then starts yappin' 'bout me going to Checkpoint A, then take a turn and head for Checkpoint B, and after all that crap do something at Checkpoint C and blablabla.

Ya'know, there was only one frickin' thought goin' in my head right there. And that was to go to Hale's office, and take one hell of a piss on his desk. We need to even the scores if ya' catch my drift.

HOPE YOU ENJOY THE SMELL HALE! At least you will have the piss of a real man ya' goddamn bastard!

Now after all that fun of course super-frickin'-genius Doc had a shuttle ready for us. Which unfortunately ended in a crash-land in Planet Houston. These Navy fellas aren't easy to shake-off, I tell ya' that. However, fortunately we ended up in some desolated desert-like area which rendered their trackin' abilities useless. One little call to one of Doc's robots and ya' got ya'self a ticket home to La-Frickin'-Alpha!

Now I haven't had me a senorita for a quite time...