You saunter up to the nearest shopkeep and ask him for a minute of his time.
“That’ll be five rupees,” he says, gesturing vaguely to his collection of clocks.
“No,” you say.”I just want to ask you a few questions.”
“Where’re my five rupees?” the shopkeep demands, rising onto his considerable girth and thrusting out a ham-sized fist. You assure him you have no money, and try to take your leave.
Before you know it, you are arrested for stealing the shopkeep’s time and chained in a dungeon beneath the mysterious figure’s lair. You try several times to escape, but all attempts are in vain, and you and your companions perish within the week. So close, yet so far, buddy.
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