Built To Spill.

Diversity Jones was being held at the Special Police Detention Centre out of town. The walls of the interogation room were a dull magnolia colour with only a desk and two chairs for decor and Diversity could feel at least one pair of eyeballs burning into her from behind the mirrored glass that served as an observation window.
She was decked out now in the white plastic overalls of the prisoner who was about to undergo interogation.
After what felt like a thousand years of staring paint off the wall Diversity was given medical treatment for her broken nose by a small mouse like doctor. He left the room and then a man who introduced himself as Mr Six set up what looked like a Polygraph Spiller Unit  on the desk in front of her.
"What's going to happen to me copper?" Asked Diversity as the man wired up her arm to the device and injected her in her other arm with a syringe, without her consent!
"My name is Mister Six and I am a state sanctioned psychiatrist. Now tell me Miss Jones, what is my name?" Asked the shrink with a smug smile.
"Your name is Mister Six!" Confirmed Diversity as the drug he had injected into her arm started to caress her mind with euphoric clouds of radiating love and bliss.
"Good girl. Now tell me what happened?"
Diversity smiled happily and started telling the story of how she ended up there.
"I was driving along and my tyres just went,,,,,pop,,,,,,then I hit a car!" Said Diversity with a giggle, as she put her hand over her mouth in mock horror at her words.
The shrink Mr Six started laughing along with her now as he consulted the small monitor window on his Spiller Unit.
"I hear around that you like to rob sperm banks?" He said to her in a light hearted, friendly way.
"Only the unvaxxinated seed! We swap it for Plastique explosive." Said Diversity putting both her hands over her mouth as her words ran from her like a river of free flowing truth
"Who's we?" Asked Mr Six sweetly like a friend.
"Steelbeeps, my partner who is the other member of the band!"
"Which band might that be then?" Asked Six.
"Metal Machine Music!" Said Diversity proudly.
"Have you heard of us?" She tried to stop talking, without much success.
"Should I have?" Asked Six shrugging his shoulders.
"Rich cunts pay us to blow up art galleries to increase the value of their shitty art!"
"Oh I see! Yes! That's you is it?"
"Why of course I've heard of you! As have all of our best people here at Sandoz!"
"Now tell me again where can i find this,,,,"Steelbeeps",,,person? We need to know her address for when we give you your awards for artistic achievement!"
Six was laughing at her now in a playful kind of way.
"REALLY!?" Asked Diversity like a little kid on Christmas morning, as the Spiller went to work on her brain.
"Well in that case I'll tell you! She lives in the old Ministry of Justice bunker under the Plaza Tower!"
Six was busy typing on his smooth onyx black keyboard as Diversity confessed every secret she had once held dear, under the influence of the Spiller drug.
"Wait, I shouldn't be telling you this!" Said Diversity as the head of the once friendly shrink transformed into a Doberman dog with green glowing eyes and saliva at one side of his mouth.
"You must dear, it's the only way to be free. You must tell us here at the dog food company everything before we chop you up into little pieces and feed you to all the lucky little doggies "
"Which doggies? Are you joking? What about my rights to an Explanation Trial?" Asked Diversity starting to panic now as two more dog headed men entered the room wearing white butcher aprons splattered with red blood and carrying machetes.
"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME!?!" Yelled a terrified Diversity as she was restrained by the two dog men and now Mr Six, the dog version, came from behind his desk with another syringe full of a fluorescent blue liquid and injected it into her neck.

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