Ma complice dem go shu head now now so...

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The Emperor's men had him cornered. The street fighter was outsmarted. All nooks and crannies sealed. The tough man raised his hand in abandon. "Mbombo na how we dei do am?" he queried. One of the Emperor's men grabbed his belt's buckle, his longest fingers almost touching his "bijou de famille". The savior of "sauveteurs" seems very relaxed in this unusual scenario. He seems to know something everyone else ignores or lacks the foresightedness to discern.
Promptly another group of the Emperor's men, the dreaded type, appear as is the proclivity when it is to correct dissent against the Emperor. Yet, the unperturbed Hero of the oppressed watches lazily, almost bored. "We’ll take him" one of them announces.
When they get to the station, he could tell some of them were impressed to see him. He felt that somehow they respected him, but like everyone else, they had more consideration for their careers.
The Commander motioned everyone to stand back with a wave of his right hand. "So, Mr. Revolutionary where is your voice, I hear you speak for the downtrodden?” The sarcasm was not lost on comrade Peter. For the first time since he fell into their hands, he was not so certain. He cleared his throat "Mr. Commander in about five minutes from now, about 1,000 of my people will storm through those doors and you will be begging me to spare you."
The commander went into his office and shut the door behind him. His confused subordinates were edgy, you could tell as they looked at one another feeling trapped and confused.
After exactly five minutes, he stormed into the main room where everyone was gathered. "My dear Dreamer I presume since the justice of your men has spared me, I must now impose on you the lighter sentence of subversion to the state and perjury against the Emperor. You know what the penalty is don't you?"
"You are playing with fire!" Peter shot back "I warn you, any minute from now, 100 of my men will turn this place upside down and don't you say I didn't warn you!"
"Excuse me" said the Commander as he left for his office once again. By now few of the henchmen understood what was going on.
When he came back, the Commander said one word only: "so...?"
"Well, how about ten men...?"
The commander burst into laughter, relieved and really enjoying himself. Everyone else started laughing. Peter was laughing too. What else was there left to do before the torture and the inevitable end?
The wisdom came from an unusual place: "Your people like what you say, but they prefer what we give them," the Commander said. "I thought you knew that" he said almost to himself and genuinely disappointed.

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