I saw another vendor as I ran. It was impossible to avoid him, as he was quite portly.
"I say thee nay, chump," he said as he blocked me.
"I must pass, the Post Consistency Agency are after me," I said.
"Well the- WAIT, weren't your previous posts in the third person?" he said with growing anger.
Crap, I thought. I was finished from the word "I."
I beat a hasty retreat into a back alley and over a wood fence. Everybody is a Post Consistency Agent. These guys don't give up.
I thought that by voting shyguy, I could avoid future run-ins with them.
Once I get more important, they should leave me alone.