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"Payment! P-p-payment he says! H-h-how can I g-g-get the p-p-payment! I can't do this m-m-meaningless violence," mumbled and stuttered Peter to himself on his way home to prepare for his journey. "Payment honestly, I t-t-think his h-h-highness is losing his m-m-mind!"

He opened his briefcase and looked inside for his key. Payment, I cannot believe he would send someone like me to collect that kind of payment, he kept thinking to himself, terrified of what was to come. A few minutes past and he found his house key but dropped the briefcase. I might as well give up on this senseless journey; I can’t even keep a bag in my hand, let alone this. He fumbled around for all the papers that fell. He reached for the last one when a foot stepped on it.

“Oh well look what I ‘ave ‘ere.”
“G-g-go away F-F-Franky, I don’t have t-t-time for your b-b-bullying right n-n-now,” sternly stuttered Peter.
“Well now, what ‘appened to the tough guy act this morning,” said Franky.
“I h-h-have more important t-t-things to d-d-do, so p-p-please leave.”
“Well, well, so well mannered now, I wonder what would ‘appen if I took this piece of paper and…”

As he did as he was saying. He removed his foot from the page. Franky also bent over and quickly whipped the paper off the ground before Peter could grab it. Don’t tell me he recovered his bullying self, thought Peter desperate to not know what Franky wanted to do to the helpless, little piece of important information. Franky gently took one of the top corners and then the other. The look of pleasure on the bully’s face told Peter that he was going to rip it.

“And let’s just say that I accidentally ripped it,” he said, elongating his rip as he tore the poor page down the middle.
“Franky!”

Franky let the now two pieces of paper float down to the ground as he left, laughing. Peter finished tidying his briefcase and gently place the ripped page back inside. He knew he would have to fix it later. He closed his briefcase and with his key in his hand, opened the door to his home, and began to prepare.