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i turned his wrist over.
''what happened to your arm?" i asked. faking actual concern.
"nothing." he said, pretending to be a tough guy.
"okay then" i laid his arm on the table. waiting for him to fall into the unevitable trap.
"i, uh, just, you know, wrecked my bike and hit a tree." he said as he slowly fell into my trap. i smiled. he continued, believing that i actually cared.
"it went airborn and i sort of crawled around it mid-air and used my arms to push it out of the way so that it didnt crush me against the tree." he stopped and i nodded, trying not to show what i was thinking on my face.
"anyway, i hit the tree and my bike hit the ground. i had to walk all the way back to my house, pushing the bike."
here goes the trap tripper, "why didnt you just ride it back. you said it didnt hit the tree" i said, feining innocence.
"i, ummm, uhh," he stumbled, "the, uh, tire broke. yeah, the tire busted when it hit the ground."
i nodded, "liar." i stated (no accusing). he was trapped, "so, what really happened to your arm?"
"i... im sorry, i shouldnt have lied to you. im not really good at it, huh?" he asked.
"you need work but dont get too somber. you are trying to lie to me, afterall. by the way, no change of subject. what happened to your arm?"
"do you realize how difficult you make this?" his real accent started to shine through.
i realized that this may get him worked up enough to get him to fully speak with that accent he tries so hard to cover up. but why, i thought, would something this trivial get him worked up? i leaned forward, smiled.
"bien pensant" i said with my patented, evil foreign accent.
"okay, see now im never gonna tell you because i know what your doing." there it was, his accent.
i sat up and stared at him blankly. he looked back just as blankly. we sat like that for a while until he broke.
"fine. yeah, i went to your house and was attacked by your dog, that thing is mean by the way. im sorry." he looked at me, "you probably already knew that."
"i found your sleeve in his doghouse," i admitted.
he was silent.
"its really easy to get informatinon out of you," i said, "maybe you should work on that just in case you ever lan to be a prisoner of war, you know."