...in the Oval Office with him, but she
had tried to escape several times, so Stewie ordered that she be kept
tied up until she was ready to cooperate.That morning, the rays of
sunlight coming in from the Office window woke Stewie up (since he
had fallen asleep in his uber-comfy chair). He yawned and stretched."Good morning,
Chaos," he said cheerfully."Go to hell, Stewie,"
said Chaos, just as cheerfully.--"It's s-so c-c-cold
in here," Mayhem stuttered, shivering.
Brian moved closer to her and put one arm around her. She snuggled up
against him. "Mmm. That's a little better." He couldn't
agree more.They'd been in the dungeon
for about a week now, and Brian wondered if they'd ever get out.
Stewie and Chaos had absolute power. (He
didn't know that Chaos was a little tied up at the moment--heh heh.)
It seemed like a pretty hopeless case.Brian glanced over at the
others. Lois and Meg seemed shocked into silence. Peter was curled up
in the fetal position, rocking back and forth, apparently suffering
from Fudgesicle withdrawals. Chris, on the other hand, was totally
oblivous, just drawing in his notebook the way he always did."We need to get out
of here," Mayhem announced."No, really?"
said Brian dryly. Mayhem gave him a look. "Sorry.""How can
we get out of here?" said Lois.
"Stewie's got guards and security cameras everywhere.""This is all that
stupid cat's fault,"