The Library Sequence - The Finale
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"You know, I don't want to hear your explanations, chachi." I strode up to Sebastian Tolliver and stood toe to toe under his terribly tacky umbrella. "Know what I'm sayin'?" The rain was still coming down and my feet continued to throb from Oasis' vicious attack.
"What?" I started bulging my eyes and dabbing the air with my nose trying to get him to flinch. "What now? What you gonna do, huh?”
The jerk headbutted me in the forehead!
"Gahhhh!!" I fell to the pavement and wailed tearfully. "What the heck is wrong with you?"
"Ha ha ha! Don't you want me to explain the origins of Debbie, Oasis, and I?" Sebastian gloated.
"Not really! I get the gist already, man. She's an operative for a shadowy secret society, Oasis is hopped up on some sort of violence enhancing drug, and you are Debbie’s deranged ex-boyfriend. Excuse me, unhinged, preposterous, lunatic ex-boyfriend whose reason for stalking me is yet to be revealed."
"That's no way to interface with your future boss, Nate."
"What?!" I gasped and covered my mouth.
Sebastian continued, "When I saw on your blog that you were applying for the position at the Burning Bridges factory, I thought it was nigh time for me to join the workforce too. I’m the NEW 1st Assistant to the Vice President of Consumer Affairs’ Assistant. And you’re the..."
"...2nd Assistant...to the Vice...President...of Con...sumer. Affairs...'....Ass..istant.," I choked in shock.
Suddenly, a parallel was struck when lightning crashed and I was reminded that the personal misery of this situation feels much like the global misery that occured whenever that Live song titled "Lightning Crashes" came on the radio in 1994.
A few blocks away, a police cruiser was rolling our way up 6th Avenue roving slowly past the rows of charming brownstones that line the street.
Visibly stirred by its appearance on the horizon Sebastian gripped his throat and yelped, "Oh shit! It's the cops!" He threw his hands into the air and ran screaming from the library grounds. He continued his raving straight through the middle of a nearby intersection and disappeared amongst the bushes of a nearby vicarage.
I gathered myself off the concrete, dusted the lapels of my jacket, picked up the gaudy mauve and violet umbrella Sebastian left behind and took this as my chance to escape.