"Give me the pelican!" John said. His gun, a very large and impressive gun if you are familiar with the ins and outs of guns, was pointed at Adam's chest.
"Okay," Adam said. He lifted the bird, which squawked and flapped its wings rapidly and held it out to John. "Take it," he said. John continued pointing the gun at Adam's chest, staring at the middle of his forehead. What was the game here? John had been chasing Adam across continents and time zones, on airplanes and zeppelins and double-decker buses, all to obtain this pelican. And now, on the roof of the Empire State building, he was just handing it over. It seemed almost too easy.
But, what the heck. John snatched the pelican away from Adam, who turned and ran as soon as it was in John's grasp. Sayonara, John thought. He didn't notice the fuse that was quickly making its way to the pelican's