Don and Charlie walked out of the restaurant, and were on their way to the agent's car,when three homeless men suddenly approached them and started to say 'Ni' several times. Wary, Don decided to keep his hand close to his weapon, as he worried that they might be high on something. The three men all had beards that dangle below the neck, hair that could be mistaken for nests, clothes that were tattered and dirty from overuse, not to mention underwashing.
"We are the bums who say Ni!" one of them, the tallest of the three suddenly said in a shrill voice, while the other two kept saying 'Ni!'
"We are the keepers of the sacred words." the other piped up.
"Larry ran into these guys a few months ago, but a few blocks away" Charlie whispered.
"We demand a sacrifice!" the tall one ordered. Worried about what that could mean, Don instinctively put his hand on his gun, in case they tried anything. The agent was determined to protect his brother.
"We don't want any trouble" Don said carefully. "We respect your space and are only passing through"
They just shouted Ni! for three minutes until one of them said, "We shall say Ni! to you, if you do not appease us"
"Look..." Don, with his free hand, pushed Charlie back.
"We want...a shrubbery!" the tall one demanded.
"What happened to asking for money?" the mathematician muttered under his breath.
"If you do not go and get us one, you'll never get through this block alive!" the shortest one threatened.
"okay...that's fair...We'll get you your shrubbery" Don pretended to agree to their terms.
"Make sure it's nice, and not too expensive" the tall one requested, then ordered. "Go Now!"
Quickly, but calmly, the brothers walked away, hoping to find another path to the car.
The End.