"Why am I handcuffed? Why would you even have handcuffs?"
Monika bent down slightly to whisper into his ear. “I’m sorry; please play along.” In a louder, clearly audible voice, she proclaimed: “By order of Chef Boyardee, you are under arrest for unlawful possession of Spaghetti-O’s. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?”
















