Tile leaned in closer to Ollie and lowered his voice, making him sound all the more menacing.
“I would suggest that when this is all over, you lot get out of here as quickly as possible. Are we clear?”
“About as clear as the cages surrounding us,” said Stitches, getting annoyed. “And by clear I mean utterly devoid of anything living. I don't know if you're aware of the concept of how a zoo is supposed to work, but this is not it. I'm sure that certain authorities would be very interested to hear about how the local animal population is being treated for everyone's amusement.”
Tile stared at Ollie and Stitches with a fixed and steady steely glare, but some of the bravado had clearly been stripped from his initially arrogant outburst.
“Perhaps we can come to some sort of an arrangement,”
