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"How am I supposed to know?" I replied, not really caring. "Who tied you up anyway?" Now I began to wonder why the old mail man was tied up in my garage. "Well, I was deliverin' yer mail when it happened. I 'member puttin' a magazine in yer mailbox, turned 'roud and got hit on the head with sometin, then woke up here 'bout ten minutes ago. Meh heads throbbing!" He was still sitting, now putting his hand over the huge bump on the top of his head, where his grey overcomb was. Looking unstylish and made him look at least ten years older than he was. I shivered because he looked so ridiculous, well, maybe it was because my garage was cold, but that doesn't matter. "You should probably leave," I said being calm and talking slow with a pathetic tone rolling off my tongue. I heard a noise from behind me, turned around, and saw my mother. She had a pan in her hand, teeth gritted, and gripping the pan as if her life depended on it. "Mom, what are you doing?" I said. "Back away from him!" She yelled at me. I was confused now, but did as she said, well, kind of. I slowly backed away from our mail man and towards my mom. "Give me the pan mother, you don't want to do anything you'll regret." My mother has lots of problems, you see, so she must have thought the mail man was trying to steel our mail and did something unreasonably stupid to stop him. "Raaaa!" She ran past me screaming with rage, head on to the mail man.

B.B. BAM! The pot made contact with the mail mans head.