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“I have an appointment at 1:00”
Neil looks up from stapling the paperwork in front of him, and says,
“Not with weapons you don’t “
The man in front of him stares at him blankly for a moment,
“What weapons.”
Neil leans forward and with a sharp smile on his face.
“ I am assuming, if you have an appointment, you got the letter stating what you needed to bring. Yes?” He took the disgruntled look on the blonde haired man’s face as a yes and continued. “ Nowhere in that letter did it say you’d need weapons did it?”
“No.”
“Good. Now that we’ve covered that I’ll offer you a deal.”
Neil waited for a nod from the stranger and pulled out a box from under his desk.
“I will offer you one can of mace” —he said with one finger up— “for every knife you have on you. At the end of the appointment you turn them in and get your knives back. If you don’t, I get a new knife, alright?”
The man looks at Neil and then peers over the top of the box into a massive amount of pink mace. Then starts pulling out knives. Trading them for an upwards of ten pink maces that he clips to his belt loop.
“Now what name was the appointment under?”