How exactly did you lose control of the situation?

The boys are wearing baseball jackets but look more like seasoned football players than batters or pitchers. Grinning widely, they pick up large sticks and move toward you briskly.

"My, my, Owen, what have we here?" asks the taller one.

"Why, Michael, it looks like the monkey boy who threatened our dear sister," answers Owen, dryly.

"And what do we do to ill mannered monkey boys who threaten our dear sister?" queries Michael.

"Uh, refresh my memory," requests Owen. "Do we beat them with sticks until they cry for mercy?"

Michael pretends to think for a moment. "Yes!" he finally announces, as if suddenly enlightened. "After you," he tells Owen, clearing the way to the bush where you remain stuck.

Written by Joey Liverwurst

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