‘Don’t you dare touch them!’
Sportacus was busy being sick in a corner, so he wasn’t exactly paying attention to the rescue happening nearby. Perhaps he needed to take a page out of Robbie’s book and pay more attention to what was in the food people gave him. Whatever had been hidden inside that sandwich was highly processed, probably so-called “cheese”, and it had caused his stomach to roil as soon as he swallowed.
As soon as Sportacus had become sick, the men who had given it to him had dropped their illusion of benevolence; showing that they were nowhere near as friendly as Robbie Rotten. If the strange man in the gray tie hadn’t shown up, things might have gone very badly.
“Thank you.” He croaked to his unexpected savior. He wouldn’t feel better until he got some natural food inside him, but at least now he could be sick in peace. “I don’t want to think how that would have gone if you hadn’t been here.”