The Bad Guy: ============ Part 10: Number 10! It is here! ------------------------------- I luckily begin the tenth portion of this report by finally finding the paper bag man. Unfortunately, I do not have my briefcase. I don't know why the chief would not let me bring it, but at least he let me bring a sketchpad. So here I am. I decide to take a quick sketch of the paper bag man for later study. I don't want him to catch on to me so I do it quickly and while he's eating a hot dog. Unfortunately, I think that he might have caught on to me at first because he sort of gave me a strange look.So I decide to put on a disguise to see if I can get just a little more information out of him. "Excuse me sir," I exclaimed as I walked up to the paper bag man. "I'm doing a report for the Pond Informant and I was just wondering if I could ask you a couple questions." "Um... okay," he said, sounding just a little hesitant. "Yes, okay sir. First I just want to... um... please excuse me for being nervious. This is my first interveiw ever and I'm not quite used to doing these quite yet. Heh heh. Yes... anyway, I should probably begin by asking you your name." "Uh uh uh um... well... if it's all the same to you... uh... I'd just like to remain anonymous. But I've got a question for you first." "Fire away." "The Pond Informant, that's all the way from Arkwood Pond, isn't it?" he asked. "Yes." "And this is your first interview?" "Yes. What are you getting at?" I beckoned. "Why would they send a poor inexperienced newbie all the way out to South Brook to do a report when there's enough stuff of interest in Arkwood Pond already?" "Uhm... I dunno. That's just what they did." "Okay, sorry to bother you. Go on with your interview." "Yes... okay. What brings you to out to South Brook MustardCon 09?" "Well, actually, I work for South Brook Mustard Mfg." "That's cool. How long have you been with South Brook Mustard?" "For about 4 years now." "4 years?" I asked with an impressed tone. "Then you should know a bit about the company." "Well, a little," he said. "So how often do you have these conferences?" "Once a year," he exclaimed. He seemed to be loosening up a little bit now. "Why do you need one every year?" "Why do we need one every year? Uh hello? Mustard is awesome, and ours is the awesomest. We need to respect that, cause having the awesomest of mustards is definately a great acheivement. It's the highest honor anyone can attain, and we celebrate that by giving back to those that helped make us so great." "Who are the people that helped make you so great?" I asked. *Oh no! Not another two parter! These things are annoying! Well, I guess you can burn some time reading [part 9](badguy9) but make sure you read [part 11](badguy11) as well.* ============== |FrillerWorks| <- Four years of mustard? What a great and honorable job. ==============