Motley sits cross-legged in front of you, eyes glittering in awe. "Your hired man, I love the Beatles!", Gaps Motley. "Man you are hired!" "Give us the money and no one gets hurt." you hear the author say, somewhere to your left. Motley instinctively hides behind the sitar that he snatches from you. You turn and you see an AUTHOR, disguised in a Fox mask He is holding a full automatic wireless keyboard with a long tube silencer muzzle.