Dave caught William drifting into thought and snapped his fingers rapidly. “Hey!
Hey! Hey!”
William turned his attention back to Dave. “Sorry, I'm paying attention.”
“You better be. No more daydreaming about smooching Miss Harlow either. Rewinding
videos is the difference between life and death,” Dave declared.
“Is it really?” William asked skeptically.
“It is, my friend, and I will tell you why,” Dave said, hopping onto the counter.
“You don't want to get a call at nine o'clock at night from SWEET Mrs. Finster
complaining that tape two of Titanic starts with Leo sinking down in that cold,
cold water. It’s not an easy conversation to have, man.”
“I thought you said it was life or death?”
“Talking to Mrs. Finster at nine o’clock at night is worse than death, grasshopper.
Now come get behind this counter so I can show you how to rewind videos.”
“Go on,” William said, gesturing toward the video rewind machine.
“Yes. The skill of rewinding has been passed down many generations,” Dave
announced, walking over to the small device on the back counter. “Very few have
mastered this art. Many thought the skill was lost in the annals of time. But fear
not!” he exclaimed, turning dramatically. “We here at the Video Coop still follow
the old traditions and have trained many fine warriors in the art of rewinding
videos.”
William scoffed. “Wow. That looks super complicated.”
“That’s because it is. You see, grasshopper, the video cassette needs to be put in
a certain way. Not all who seek to put the video in here can actually get the video
inside the machine. There have been many a fool who have tried and failed. Do you
think you have what it takes without the proper training?” Dave tilted his head and