Sir Fred and The Pimp

"You're young lady was so kind to provide a small service," replies Fred in his highly stilted accent, "but she demands a payment. This is not our custom."

"Well, in our town it is different. Come with me over here." Fred and Astra follow ignorantly into an alley. "Now tell me," says the pimp, "why are you all so dressed up but soaking wet?" He pulls out a switchblade knife.

"Sire, prithy, for I know not your meaning by this."

"Anty up or you get it," says the pimp. A couple burley men approach from behind.

"You are a highway robber, and shall not live to see the 'morrow," declares Fred. He draws his sword.

"Is that a real sword, or toy?" asks the pimp sarcastically.

The men lunge for Astra and Fred. Fred turns and with a simple twist of the wrist impales one of the men on his sword. The man who grabbed Astra grows white with fear as Fred then drives his sword through him. Blood flows everywhere. Fred turns to the pimp, sword ready and dripping.

"Please! Please! Let me live!!" The pimp's knife clatters to the pavement.

"In the name of the king, thou must die. May God have mercy on your soul."

Astra calmly exits the alley with Fred at her side. "It is unfortunate that they would not cooperate," says Astra.

"Indeed," replies Fred.

1. A cop sees the blood on Fred's hand and sword.
2. People begin to think they're actors.

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