"Well, young man," he says, smirking in a way that rubs you just the wrong way, "you know that I mentioned Naomi? Well, it was she that sent me."
"Back up a minute. Naomi is in on this? Is she responsible? What the Hell happened here, anyway? Why -"
"Quiet thyself. Answers will be forthcoming in time."
The man lays a comradely arm around your shoulder, but you throw it off.
"Don't tell me to calm down. Not when I'm one inch high, mister. Explanations now, or I can't claim to be responsible for what I do to you."
You're not usually a man given over to violence, but you're prepared to change your philosophy in such exceptional circumstances as these.
"Heh hey, no need to be angry. If you want explanations then I shall give them to thee, but first you must come with me, and promise to do exactly as I say. Your life depends upon it."
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