The city-state–this one:
–was quite active.
And the professor was stared at.
By almost everyone on the streets.
They were all dressed in a costume of sorts. Very distinctive. And, of course, I wasn’t–dressed in a costume, that is. Their costume, that is even further.
But what really set this professor apart was this fact: Everyone was female.
This was bad.
The professor entered a small store (a hat store, I believe).
Manly-Man was in there.
Just who I needed to see.
The professor walked over.
“Manly-Man,” I said. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he said, his heart not really into replying.
“What are you doing in an all-female city?” I asked.
“‘Cause they told me I wasn’t allowed in.”
“Well, me too.”
Pauses for two beats.
“What should we do?” I asked. “They’re probably coming for us. I mean, I know I was spotted.”
Manly-Man grabbed the rifle I was holding (you know, the one I stole from that guard) and said, “We got a tommy-gun!”
“You want to murder?” Of course, I wasn’t entirely ready for this, but I was warming up to the idea.
“Nah,” Manly-Man said, shaking his head. “Only if they’s tries to get me.”
The door to the hat store slammed open.
And Fats Henry stormed in.
“What’s wrong with this city?!” he yelled. “Why aren’t I allowed in? HUH?!”
Then he spotted us.
“You two! Explain this! NOW!”
I looked at Manly-Man.
“My tommy-gun doesn’t know,” Manly-Man said, petting the doubly-stolen gun. (He’d stolen it from me, see.)
“You’re all under arrest…” a voice said.