Chapter 14: Life (2), a task for the youngest kid
“Get out of the way. Come on!” one of the detectives shouts, frustrated.
“How about you go and eat shit,” says one of the men blocking the corridor.
“Wow, what the fuck are these guys eating to get this heavy?” another detective grunts.
There’s no way through with five huge men stubbornly standing in the way. Or rather, squeezed together and stubbornly pushing against the detectives. I can’t see a gap that even a sheet of paper could fit through. We might need to call the fire department.
The detectives look defeated.
“Go and get some more men,” one of them orders.
“I think we’ll need a machine rather than more men,” says another.
“I wish we could just push them all down,” a third says with a sigh.
“We’re sure there’s no other exits, right?” someone asks.