Well, that did it. I exploded and proceeded to call Sparkle every bad name I could think of. This, sadly, ended with my final words of the event: “William Astan, I hope the next time I see you you’re cold and dead and in a morgue somewhere, and you better watch out, because it may be me that put you there.” At the same time I was saying this, Sparkle reached over, grabbed the baguette, and smacked me over the head with it. Also at that same moment, the police came in and heard and saw the entire thing. Hence, assault with a deadly weapon for Sparkle and a threat against his life by yours truly. (Talk about your bad timing.)
By that point, the two of us were really ready to kill each other and were about to lunge when the police interceded and separated us. I went immediately limp and let
