"You're all going to die!"
The words slip from Kahmunrah's lips like honey, the lisping voice making the threat seem less real - even with the amount of malice laced in the Egyptian's tone.
The room stood still - time seemingly stopped - and looked towards their friend's brother, some confusion on their faces.
"Did you not hear me?" Kahmunrah asked, outraged, glaring around the room at all the the New York exhibits.
"We heard ya', Rahmennoodle!" the tiny blond cowboy yelled from the floor, where he was standing next to Octavius, a mixture of Romans and Westerners gathered behind them. "Just can't take ya' seriously with that voice o' yours!"
"How dare you make fun of me!" the Egyptian was infuriated. He childishly threw himself down into a nearby chair. "I am Kahmunrah! I deserve respect!"
"On the contrary, you deserve no respect from us, Kah-kah. You ain't been nice to us one bit, and threatening to kill us ain't done you any favours!"
"You're a mouthy little thing, aren't you?" Kahmunrah picked up the blond by the back of his waistcoat.
The westerner make an indignant squawk of protest, kicking and trying to stop being man handled, but all the efforts were for naught.
The Egyptian smirked at the cowboy, and whispered menacingly "You're going to be the first to die, and everyone will have to watch."
Jedediah was dropped unceremoniously onto the stone floor, and the westerner scrambled to his feet. That was when he ran to make a phone call to Gigantor. He would be able to help them, no matter that he left them for so long. The former night guard cared for them, and Jed couldn't think of anyone he wanted more to rescue them.
