Chapter 3 - A night in the slammer
"So what are you in here for, buddy"
There is no way I can tell this guy that I am in jail for being caught with the tag off of a piece of furniture, Thought Bob. "Destroying property...And being a public menace. But I was framed! I never did anything wrong!"
"Yeah, I never strangled those people either" said the stranger, "I swear I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Bob's thoughts raced as he considered the situation. He must had stumbled onto something big for this to have happened. Luckily, Lucy had kept the rest of the contents of the envelope safe and away from the police when they came in. Unluckily, she had also thrown the tag off of the furniture at Bob, making him appear to be the guilty party. When Bob had fumbled for words, explaining that the tag had come in an envelope given by a shady character on the street, the police man laughed, assuming this strange story was just a cover-up.
As he was thinking about this, the door of the cell rattled as someone put the keys into the lock. "Come vif me" said the stranger in a thick accent. He led Bob down a long corridor to a small room with a chair in the middle of it. He sat Bob down in the chair and put leather straps around his arms, securing them to the arms of the chair. "Ve have vays of making you talk!" Said the stranger as he broke out into an evil laugh.
He left Bob in the room alone. As his steps and laughter faded down the corridor, Bob looked around the room. Aside from the chair that he was in, was a bright light that was shining at his face. The room was fairly small, with no other exit besides the door he had entered through. The walls were decorated with strange pictures. One picture was of a fancy-looking French dinner being eaten by hamsters. Another picture was of dogs wearing martial arts outfits while kicking each other. The third picture Bob saw was of a very angry looking penguin. The penguin seemed to be looking straight at Bob and it made him feel very uncomfortable. As much as he tried to look only at the other pictures, Bob's eyes kept coming back to the penguin. Its eyes penetrated Bob. It made him feel cold inside. It made him want to run and scream and shake his head.
As he felt he could take no more, the door opened and into the room walked a very well-dressed bird.
There is no way I can tell this guy that I am in jail for being caught with the tag off of a piece of furniture, Thought Bob. "Destroying property...And being a public menace. But I was framed! I never did anything wrong!"
"Yeah, I never strangled those people either" said the stranger, "I swear I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Bob's thoughts raced as he considered the situation. He must had stumbled onto something big for this to have happened. Luckily, Lucy had kept the rest of the contents of the envelope safe and away from the police when they came in. Unluckily, she had also thrown the tag off of the furniture at Bob, making him appear to be the guilty party. When Bob had fumbled for words, explaining that the tag had come in an envelope given by a shady character on the street, the police man laughed, assuming this strange story was just a cover-up.
As he was thinking about this, the door of the cell rattled as someone put the keys into the lock. "Come vif me" said the stranger in a thick accent. He led Bob down a long corridor to a small room with a chair in the middle of it. He sat Bob down in the chair and put leather straps around his arms, securing them to the arms of the chair. "Ve have vays of making you talk!" Said the stranger as he broke out into an evil laugh.
He left Bob in the room alone. As his steps and laughter faded down the corridor, Bob looked around the room. Aside from the chair that he was in, was a bright light that was shining at his face. The room was fairly small, with no other exit besides the door he had entered through. The walls were decorated with strange pictures. One picture was of a fancy-looking French dinner being eaten by hamsters. Another picture was of dogs wearing martial arts outfits while kicking each other. The third picture Bob saw was of a very angry looking penguin. The penguin seemed to be looking straight at Bob and it made him feel very uncomfortable. As much as he tried to look only at the other pictures, Bob's eyes kept coming back to the penguin. Its eyes penetrated Bob. It made him feel cold inside. It made him want to run and scream and shake his head.
As he felt he could take no more, the door opened and into the room walked a very well-dressed bird.
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