Chapter 50
Who cares if your life might still be in danger? You’re not about to walk out of here without telling these boomers that trying to eat you was totally uncool.
“Hey.” Avery frowns when you stop by the parlor. “What are you doing? I thought you wanted to get out of here…?”
“I do,” you say. “But there’s one thing I need to do first.”
You ignore Avery’s protests and march into the parlor. All at once, every set of eyes swivels in your direction. Good, you have their attention.
“Listen to me, people,” you say. “I know what you all were trying to do. I know you planned to eat me.” You wait for them to deny it. They don’t. “And I just want you to let you know how incredibly shitty that was.”
You’re not sure exactly what sort of response you were expecting. An apology perhaps? Sorry, we did indeed want to eat you, but we see now that was wrong. But nobody is saying anything. You could hear a pin drop.
“I mean,” you go on, “how would you feel if I ate you? I bet you wouldn’t like it very much!”
“Of course you would not eat us!” Heinrich finally speaks up in that thick accent. “You could never afford the delicacy of human flesh! Besides,” he adds, “all of us would be missed, and you would not.”
Ouch. It’s true, but still—a low blow.
You realize for the first time that you might have made a mistake stopping at this room.
You have underestimated these old people, who actually seem quite spry all of a sudden.
And now they’re descending on you, several of them licking their lips.
Also, you didn’t think they could hurt you, but it turns out they all have weapons—not just weapons, but old-timey weapons.
One of them has a trident. Another is holding a spear.
Another is holding a stick that has a ball attached to it with little spikes coming out of it.
(That probably has a name, but you don’t know what it is.)
Oh no. You should have run for it while you still could.
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