A process cannot be understood by stopping it

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Who were those two? Why had those goons beat him and why is he right here on the cold floor somewhere, probably, outside the town, far away from the closest 'normal' human, from any terminal to call hep? What do they want from him? Lloyd's eyes were trying to catch something importaint with his eyes. Something that can say where he is, some way to get away. Wndow. Door. Some crates with the sticker 'Fragile'. Broken lamp on the celling. Some bags at the wall. Paper bags.

Something is written on them. "Stockman's", "Topwoman" and "Hello Kitty"?! No, it wasn't what he expected to see here in the storehouse where nothing good was going to happen with him.

"What the...", Lloyd sweared like a trooper, qualifying the ladies present as the worst creatures on the planet Leeds. He told them everything he had in mind about them, about their parents and friends, he stated his opinion on bringing hin here and explained what will happen to those two, sitting in front of him. Lloyd puffed, panted and shut up.

"Finally, you stopped blabbing nonsense", one of the young females noted, "so, now you can listen to me. My name is Tweedledum and this is Tweedledee", she motioned to other young lady, "and you are welcome behind the looking-glass."

Tweedledum gestured and the goons from the last evening appeared from the gloom of the far part of the premises and put him straight on the chair, not carefully, but at least without blows.

"So", Tweedledee stepped on the stage, smiling, "good day, mister Patterson. We have a lot of things to discuss with you if you don't mind. Hope you don't mind."

And something in that pseudo-polite tone made Lloyd break into a cold sweat.

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