One of them pointed a wand at my chest, "Who are you?" His leather jacket was obviously too small for him and magnified his burly chest. Perhaps that was the desired effect though. I could feel another wand poking into my back. I had to do something quick! Otherwise I would be mincemeat faster than you could say mincemeat. Really they didn't look too bright. One of them was scratching his head like a monkey would. I quickly said the first name that came into my mind-that is the first name that wouldn't get me incriminated, "Stan Shunpike,".