"SHABORYAGANA!" I shouted it as a ran around without any pants. I admit this was a low point for me. I'm a professional, I've taken scores, become emperor, helped a power mad necromancer maintain his living, and so I invested my all in to being crazy. I owned crazy, I made crazy look well really crazy. And still I had to feel as I was being pursued by three city police officers in nice yellow uniforms, that maybe just maybe my life decisions leading up to this moment were not the smartest. I did attract an additional three officers, and they tackled me, taking care to not touch my penis. I could feel the cold harshness of metal locking on to my wrists and I got hauled off my feet, because apparently you can't let shorties just walk next to you pantless you have to lift them off their feet and toss them into the back of your little prison wagon! Racism people who somehow stole Trezlan's journal and are for some odd reason reading it, but all the same this is the real world impact of racism. I could have taken the shackles off of course, and probably escaped their mobile jail wagon, but my part of the plan required me tying up the authorities with my random crap, and not like taking off and giving away the game I too was a thief. So I got tossed into jail pantless, I regretted taking my pants off to act crazy it was completely unnecessary and lead to me sitting in a room with a bunch of other criminals sans pants which is never a good thing.
Eventually after many a glance that I found alarming I was called into interrogation, the fine suited gentleman across from me appeared to be very upset he had to deal with a pantless shorty. I was of course upset that the metal chair they had sat me on was extremely cold. The room was stone, a single barred window was the only point of natural light, an oil lamp hung to keep the rest of the room lit. I could tell from the window it was pretty much almost evening time.
"Name?"
"Trezlan Lorentino." I could see his lip curl at Trezlan's name, I had my desired effect.
"What's your real name midget?" Midget is meant to be insulting, but its so not.
"I am your father." He reached across the table and smacked me in the jaw, my teeth rattled I slumped in my chair.
"Fine you little twerp you'll stay here until I feel I can deal with you." He left, I was glad because it was well past my time to be a nuisance and I couldn't exactly free myself with a dick standing across from me. Well I could, but it would be a short escape. I won't bore you with where I kept my lock picks, you can probably guess, but I was able to free myself of the shackles. I waited till I could no longer see light outside, and then I made my move. Figuring they wouldn't bother to guard a closed off room with a pantless prisoner in shackles I picked the lock on the door and was not at all surprised to find no one beyond it. So under the cover of night I slipped back into the city, a pantless crazy person once more.
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