Nobody ever mocked him.
Nobody ever spoke about him.
But that has all changed since he has moved.
Everybody mocks him.
Everybody speaks about him.
One day a small, scrawny man with a brown leather jacket and a black hat came up and had the nerve to ask him why he was so tall.
His reply, ” I eat my vegetables.”
The small man sneered at him. He then pushed the small man.
The small man hit him so hard that his neck and head bent back and got stuck.
He now stands in the same spot every minute, every hour, every day and never moves.
After the failure of the Stormbreaker, I decided to make my own product. Usually it would be all over the market. Usually the shops couldn’t get them on the shelves quick enough. But not this time. When it just wouldn’t take off, I didn’t know what to do. I modified it. I did everything that was possible, but it never worked. One dull, dreary day I was in my office on Liverpool Street when a small man with black hair and tinted glasses walked through the glass door. There in front of me stood my worst nightmare: Herod Sayle.
“Quick or else we’re going to get caught! ” I said.
We scurried down the corridor as quick as our legs could carry us. We went into a room painted black with only a light bulb hanging from the ceiling in it. Suddenly the light flickered on.
Then everything stopped and a guard sauntered over to us. He showed us his ID. He was 24. He seemed vexed so he appeared to be in his early thirties.
He then roared, “Hand back the cash!”
I dropped and spun around into the long corridor. I opened the wooden door so quickly I almost knocked it over. I then darted home without looking behind me.
“Will you join?” Jim asked.
“I will,” I said.
He then brought me to a castle and down to the basement. There was an old half-rotten wooden table in the middle of the room. There were 6 men at each side of the table. In the corner there was a bucket and that was it. They then started walking very slowly over to me. It felt threatening. A man with a bushy beard and a scar above his eye cornered me. He told me to repeat, “I swear an oath to tell nobody about the club I’m about to join.” The words came out of me so fast I’m surprised he even understood me. When I went home my mother asked what I’d done. My reply was “Um…um…”