Three days! Three whole days I was locked up for by that idiot for trespassing even though it was blatantly clear to any imbecile that I had been kidnapped and imprisoned.
Sometimes I think Fred just does this to annoy me.
So I decided to take matters into my own hands. Something about the Weldon fiasco just doesn't feel right and I don't like being locked up in wardrobes or prison cells for that matter.
Reasons why Henry A. Weldon would knock me out and lock me in a now broken wardrobe: -
- Because that kind of thing turns him on.
- Because he had run out of space in the dungeon below his mansion
- The wine cellar was full
- I was hired under false pretences and am now being made to look a fool and the only way to dispatch me was to lock me up.
- I would have shot him if he hadn't.
In all fairness to the last point, I'm going to shoot him because he did lock me up so it really is a lose-lose situation for him.
