I sat there in the holding center, wondering what was going on. I had done everything I was supposed to do to get into Libertyland, and yet here I was, still stuck in customs. The room was small and stuffy, with barely enough room to move around in. There were a few chairs and a table, but not much else. The air conditioning was barely working, and I was starting to sweat.
I heard footsteps coming down the hall, and then the door to the holding center opened. A man in a suit walked in, followed by two guards. The man introduced himself as Mr. Al-Fayad, the head of Libertyland Customs.
"Mr. Mann, we have a problem," he said, his tone grave.
"What's the problem?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
"It seems that your blood test came back positive for traces of vegetables," he said.
"Vegetables?" I asked, incredulous. "What does that mean?"
