Now, this professor has been told (on a few occasions) that I was under arrest.
I actually have escaped from a few jails.
Life of a warrior, what can I say?
But to hear Amelia say it…was a different story. I was never told by a lady that I was under arrest.
Her statement alone would hold no credence. But Mr. Mark Malone was standing there presumably backing her up.
This was scary.
That was good.
But the whole affair was full of dadblamery.
“You’re all under arrest…”
Amelia’s words hung in the air for a few, before Fats Henry roared:
“No one arrests me!”
“That’s cause he’s too big to put in a cell,” Manly-Man added.
Fats Henry glanced at Manly-Man, unsure whether to let that statement go or not.
He decided to.
“Under arrest for what?” this professor asked. After all, it was a good question. One must know what one is under arrest for, I think. That way, one can feel bad for one’s self.
Amelia smiled. “For trespassing.”
“Trespassing?!” Henry yelled.
“I’m afraid so,” Mark Malone cut in. “Didn’t you see the sign?”
Aha! This was the moment. Lie about the sign. See, if we say we didn’t see it, we could get out. That was this professor’s thinking.
But Manly-Man ruined the idea before I could open my mouth.
“I’s done knocked your sign down,” Manly-Man said. “And I isn’t sorry. Oh my.”
Mark Malone—and he’s always wearing a blue suit—pulled a gun from somewhere within his suit jacket. It was a fancy looking beast. Black, shiny, and somewhat quarrelsome about the edges.
A fine weapon.
On instinct, this professor pulled the katana from his back. (I saw a fellow who once blocked a bullet with a katana. Now was the time to hope it wasn’t a hoax.)
Manly-Man patted his tommy-gun. “You’s better put that away, Mark.”
Mark smiled and, surprisingly, did exactly what Manly-Man had said.
“You do know, Manly-Man,” he said, “I’m your biggest fan.”
Amelia shot him an angry glance.
“If you is,” Manly-Man said, “then I’s going to leave.”
“Me too!” Henry said.
And they both shoved their way past and were gone.
It was a very awkward moment.
Amelia smiled—and then Daddy Salami came in from behind me.
“Heha. What do we have here?”