This may or may not be a true story. However, it is based on true events. Wait…
The professor moved stealthily.
Or, at least, I thought I did.
It’s hard to move stealthily when no one is watching you, you know.
It’s vexing, too, you know.
You know, the professor overuses ‘you know’.
Anyway, I didn’t get too far, before I was attacked.
A weird looking fellow, with an evil mouth and funny-looking eyes, said, “Hi.”
Now, that ‘hi’ indicated some sort of question. Well, maybe not. But I could tell he wanted to have speaks.
So I stopped, but I didn’t bow.
“Hi,” this professor said.
“I’ve watched you for the last few days.” A sly smile crept over his face.
“Did you notice how stealthy I was?”
That was the ticket: he opened his mouth and nothing came out. You see, it’s always good to say something that stops a conversation. That way, you win, and you don’t have to have speaks any longer than necessary.
I turned to leave, but he put a hand on my shoulder. “My name’s Jason Scott.”
“Professor VJ Duke,” this professor said. And I took his hand off my shoulder and shook it a few times.
It was a limp thing overall.
“What I wanted to tell you,” he said, “is that in a place like this, with lots of people, I still have my eye on you.”
“And I have both on you…but to be honest, I haven’t noticed you until now.”
“Then you couldn’t have had your eyes on me.”
“That’s a good point. One that I must think on. But I’m sure you’re wrong—overall.”
Jason Scott was getting angry, I fear.
The professor turned to leave again, but he stopped me.
“Remember what I told you.”
This time, I slapped his hand away.
Then I moved off stealthily, swiftly, and conspicuously.
You know, that last sentence would be better if it read like this:
Then I moved off into the night stealthily, swiftly, and conspicuously.
Only it wasn’t night.