Scruff's heart began to race and he gulped for air as the two men stared at him, expecting answers he couldn't give them. "What? How was I supposed to know? I'm no camera expert." He shrugged his shoulders and shuffled his feet under the chair.
"No, you're definitely not an expert, that's for sure. We need the small one-by-one inch square disk which would fit right here in this little slot," Gerald said in a soft voice. "See right here." He pointed to the slot as he brought the camera closer to Scruff's face. Then he slammed the camera into his nose.
Pain radiated upward throughout his head and he grabbed his nose. Blood started to drip onto the desk. The old man pushed Scruff backward. "Don't be dirtying up my office, you need to get out."
"Wait, Dad. I think there's something else he
