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Chapter 9
The Rules

The man jogging our way was at least fifty years old, had a hairline so far back that I wondered if he was related to Labron James, and had a pot belly that was giving the buttons of his short sleeve dress shirt a difficult job. The stripes on the shirt were all different color and each sleeve had a picture of the rosy cheek Italian guy we saw when we walked in. He wore a huge pin on his shirt that said "Stan, I'm the Manager."

My first thought was oh shit! At least Carlisle and Esme wouldn't kill us in public.

The short sprint made the chubby human have some difficulty breathing. By the time he made it to Carlisle he was struggling to breathe.

"We are so sorry for the damages. We will pay for them," Esme said to the man.

Hadn't I told Esme? Rule number 1: Never admit to the crime!

We Three Amigos were joined by our significant others; each looking the epitome of an assassin. Even Isabella! I don't know what she could possibly do to Edward (you know her being a puny human and all) but my brother looked like he was about to walk the green mile or something.

"Oh no, nonsense, Mrs. . . ." Stan trailed off.

"Cullen," Esme responded, "and this is my husband, Carlisle Cullen."

Damn it Mom! Rule number two: Never give your real name!

"Mr. and Mrs. Cullen, we are so sorry for the trauma this malfunction may have caused your boys." Stan looked over at the three of us and the women staring at us.

And that's when it hit him that something wasn't quite right.

"Well . . . um," Stan stuttered, "Please take these complimentary All Access Game Passes for unlimited game play while you are here today."

"What the . . .?" Rosalie screamed.

"Uh oh," Alice whispered.

"SWEET," we three amigos shouted. We all ran towards Stan the Manager, snatching for the six plastic cards.

Stan stepped back as soon as he saw us approaching. He looked up at me like I was the abominable Snowman or something.

"Mr. Stan, that won't be necessary," Esme said.

I really need to go over the rules with Esme again. Rule number three: Accept all free gifts with astronomical value (especially if the crime was your fault).

"No take backs!" I screamed.

I grabbed Rosalie's hand and sprinted towards the stairs. I could see the video games waiting for me. Behind me Jasper and Edward followed. Jasper was carrying Alice by the waist, and Edward and Bella's arms were linked like he was escorting her to the Winter Ball or something.

Damn Victorian brother, Sheesh!

"It's no problem at all, Mrs. Cullen," I could hear Stan the Manager say to mom. "Please enjoy the rest of your day here at Play Time Pizza."

Oh, we will Stan the Manager.

We will.

(Cue evil laugh and maniacal hand rubbing.)

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