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The Adventures of Ashley Madder, Page Twenty-Four
It seems to me those “tracking devices” that are swallowed have problems.
I reckon a problem might be “Oh. The transmitter can’t transmit through petrified flesh. Oops!” or “Oops. Looks like the transmitter got petrified as well!”
… and turn you into a statue with our own experimental petrification beam.
Now please stand on this plinth and take off all of your clothes. Don’t mind the cameras filming everything that takes place in this facility and strike the pose you will see on this Playboy cent — err, this tasteful artistic photograph.
How you’re going to turn back? Don’t worry, it’ll happen by itself.
An yes the ole’ hypersonic tracking device ploy that translates the Russian, da? Or are you stuck with “privet” and “ya lyublyu tebya” ? (Hi and I love you)
Перевод не будет необходимым, товарищ.