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Kibo: Impossible. I am not Mr. Botch. Once a common educational system was established, I went to school and got my doctorate. Mr. Botch is someone else. I'm Dr. Botch.

He didn't move from his seat. He knew that these men were aware that if they tried to attack him, he could kill them, take control of their bodies, and march them out of the building before anybody else even realized he hand snapped his fingers. But that didn't mean the shackled men weren't possible attackers either. Even in handcuffs which could or couldn't have been fake, a set of comfortably seated targets would be very appealing looking. Now, he could find out all of this by simply reading their minds, but where would the fun in that be?

Agent Samson: "Is that so?"

Harpers eyes moved from Kibo, over to Natasha's son.

Agent Harper: "Watch it, sport. You'd best let the grown ups talk, or i could have you, and your little car locked away for a long, long time."

Agent Samson: "Unfortunately, under very unique
circumstances, you are strogly encouraged to your right to remain silent. Now, come with us, Doctor."

auron's cane comes slamming down on Samson's left shoulder, an angry look on his face as he speaks "that's my superior you're talking to, dumb s***" he says, lowering his cane and putting it back to the ground, leaning on it as he sighs

Samson got up, laughing slightly.

Agent Harper: "Hahaha, we know exactly what you are."

Agent Samson: "An informant filled us in."

He walked past Auron, as the two officers tackled him to the ground.

Agent Samson: "Don't go easy on him, he's not as old as he looks."

The police nod, and remove their clubs from their belts. Samson and Harper ignore the sounds of Auron's beating.

Agent Samson: "As per your rights, we already told you... you have the right to remain silent, all others have been..."

Bother smiled, a twisted smile.

Agent Harper: "Suspended."

Michael picked up his cell phone.

"Who is this? Sunny!? Wait... you're not that woman from the um... where the hell was it... the Disney land are you? Cuz i told you I don't have to pay for that Roller Coster, It wasn't my explosives that broke it, it was the chubby kid ya had riding on it! Oh wait, that's not you? Oh... then how's you get this number!?"

"OH YEA!"

Michael said, sititng back in his chair.

"Now i remember ya! You should really come and visit on the ship when you get out of jail. Don't worry, your kids are here with me now, the agents picked them up a while ago. Right now, their all watching mommy and daddy on 'America's Most Wanted.'"

He began to spin around in his chair.

"I won't hurt the kids, It's your husband i want taking the dirt nap."

Michael seemed to turn pale

"N-n-nine kids!?"

He gripped the arms of his chair. Slowly, he raised a shaking hand, pressing a button on his intercom.

Assistant: "Yes, sir?"

"I need to be changed."

Assistant: "*sigh* Just a moment sir."

Agent Samson: "Sir, this is your last warning, please come with us."

Agent Harper: "Think of your children."

He laughed.