"I'm sorry, what
did you say?" the Mayor asks with a dead calm, turning slowly to
stare at you, his piercing gaze focused through the monocle like a ray
of direct sunlight, and you, my friend, are the ant, being fried to a
crisp, or at the very least being given skin cancer under his
"Well, all I said was that Boggle was a far superior game to
Monopoly," you reply, beads of sweat forming on your brow.
"I thought that's what you said." Mayor Monocle gestured
to two police officers who had been quietly working their way behind
you. "Then I'm afraid you're under arrest. You see, these are
tumultuous times, and if you're not with us, you're against us, I'm
afraid. Take him to jail, don't take him past GO and for God's sake, do
NOT give him $200!"
And just like that,
you're carted off to prison. Not exactly a just punishment, but what in
the hell did you THINK was gonna happen?
PASS GO AND START OVER, BUT THIS TIME YOU
CAN'T BE THE RACECAR. OR THE THIMBLE.
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