Wolf's howl;Vampire bat wings flutter silently in the wind ;the ghostman rises from his slumber of the dead to bring you a tale of a man taking a lie detector test what could go wrong?
Mr Trump enters the room in which sits on the table and lie detector as his interrogators wish to know if this is true name and what he up to in thier country.
"Well Mr Trump if that is your real name, we going to conduct a lie test with a little twist, with each question you lie on we will administer an electronic shock starting with ten volts and rising" Mr Trump just sits rigged in his chair his eyes in a cold steal stare. A man walks into the cell holding room with a polygraph, often referred to as a lie detector test. This device or procedure that measures and records several physiological indicators such as blood pressure, pulse, respiration, and skin conductivity while a person is asked and answers a series of questions. The belief underpinning the use of the polygraph is that deceptive answers will produce physiological responses that can be differentiated from those associated with the non-deceptive answer. The interrogation begins "Name, Rank, Reason why you are here behind the enemy lines" No Reply, a buzzing sound, a zap, the body jolts as the lie detector graph spikes interacting a lie. This process goes on for a good fifteen minutes, each time a buzzing sound, a zap of increasing electricity, more severe body jolts but still no reply from Mr Trump not even a plea for Mercy. Finally, the interrogatories reach towards the most lethal doses of electrical voltage," Mr Trump you are indeed one of the toughest people we have come across, by your fellow prisoners would how you say be singing like a canary. Still no reply, so own went the interrogation . The last full maximum dose of electricity was given, buzzing sound, a zap, a full-on jolt of the body and Mr Trump is on the concrete floor still strapped the chair, signs of blood rushing from his head. The interrogation guards rush over to his side and both are shocked to see Mr.Trump eyes have turned a bright luminous blue-green cheezy grin .As the guards tried to pick him up, Mr Trump sits bolt upright , and proceeds to chomp at one if the guards feet as this zombie is very hungry.
The ghostman crackle s and lays back down in his coffin and as the lid slowly closes he turns and says.
"Don't have too many nightmares my children "
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