Faron and Elsa sneered, glaring at each other one last time before finally dropping the subject.
Just then, Wilbur's phone rang. He glanced at it and picked up the call. He was greeted with the sound of a deeply anxious Charles.
"We couldn't stop them, sir. They've started attacking us."
"You've got to be kidding me."
Wilbur flew to his feet, heading outside at once.
The crowd was shocked to see him behave that way, running after him and asking, "What's the matter?"
"Bunch of old geezers outside are trying to force their way onto the island so they can do Zumba," muttered Wilbur.
Faron said at once, "That's really something else! We're not letting some random people come in here as they wish!."
The spiritual air here was so rich that any outsider knowing about this would expose the secret to the world. There would be a great deal of trouble that came with that, so it was best to avoid it from happening.
The others were pretty worried as well, so they all followed Wilbur over to the bridge.
The same group of old folks were crowded on the bridge, shoving at Charles and the rest of the staff on duty. A few security guards were already on the ground and bleeding.
"What's going on here?" Wilbur shouted, his voice booming through the air.
It was only then that the old folks stopped in their attacks, looking over at Wilbur and the others.
"How dare you hit my staff?" Wilbur demanded coldly.
"It's their fault for not letting us in. They deserved it!"
"Didn't I already tell you that this is private property?" Wilbur shouted.
"Who said so, huh? You?"
"I've got the papers to prove it."
"So what if you do? We'll have our evening Zumba wherever we want, and there's not a thing you can do about it!"
"You can't just force your way into getting what you want!" Faye could not help but shout.
"Who's forcing who here? What right do you lot have to be taking up all this nice space, anyway?"
"Have you heard of paying for something to own it?" Faye retorted.
"You're not sleeping well as long as you stop us from getting in there! Even the police can't do anything to us. We're not scared of you!"
The crowd of old folks continued to shout, hardly paying any mind to Wilbur and the others.
These old geezers were convinced that it was their right to exercise wherever they wanted, and anyone who stood in their way was disrespecting their elders.
Wilbur took a deep breath at the sight, turning to Elsa. "All yours."
"No problem." Elsa whipped out her phone, dialing a number.
She ended the call not long after. "They'll be here in ten."
Wilbur nodded. "That'll do, I guess."
Elsa smirked smugly.
The old folks continued kicking up a fuss, but Wilbur merely let Charles and the rest of the staff block the entrance to prevent an altercation from happening.
This carried on for nine more minutes until police sirens filled the air.
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