Skaters’ Paradise
Duke and Michel were hoisted into a pitch-black room and found themselves planted on a couple of upturned wooden boxes.
“Now hold on one minute, you ruffians! Do you know whom you’re manhandling? I demand to speak with your superiors at once!”
“Duke, let me handle this. What’s happening?”
“Frisk ’im,” a girl’s voice said.
Michel was padded down.
“What you doin’? Get your hands off me! Duke!”
“What on Basset Hound Land is happening? Is it those hairy, four-eyed monsters?”
“Chillax dudes! What you looking for? I’m clean!”
“Doubt that,” Duke said.
“Shut up, Duke!”
“Just checking for tracking devices and stuff, dude… he’s clean,” said a boy’s voice.
“Told ya!”
The frisking ceased. A series of candles were lit and the sparse room was soon bright enough to make out
