Brutus, his voice quavering slightly, attempted to deflect. "Questionin'? What for? We ain't done nothin' wrong!"
The Enforcer's eyes narrowed. "Your behavior has been suspicious all evening. And now you're in possession of stolen property. Care to explain?"
Ratface, his mind racing, tried to salvage the situation. "It's all a misunderstanding, miss. We're just... uh... tourists! Yeah, tourists! Never been to a festival like this before, you see."
The Enforcer raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Tourists, you say? And your names are?"
Brutus, panicking, blurted out, "I'm Bru... uh... Bruce! And this here's my cousin... Ralph!"
Ratface shot Brutus a withering glare. 'Bruce and Ralph? Really?' he thought, fighting the urge to smack his partner upside the head.
