Honesty: the best policy

Chapter 2

It was very breezy and Sam held onto his hat and collar of his jacket as he went down the street to the bank. The Bank of Bingland was only two city blocks away from Mr. Goldbin and Co. Counting House. As he neared the end of the sidewalk, a gigantic gust of wind swept him off his feet lifting him tumbling into the air. But wait, he was still going up, and up.
"This isn't wind!" he realized in fright.
The hair on his head stood on end and an electric tingle went up his spine. He craned his neck and twisted every which way trying to see where this electrical energy beam was taking him. Sam held onto his hat as he spun in circles in the air. Finally he saw it! A small spacecraft that looked like two dinner plates stuck together to make a flying saucer. In a blink of an eye the door on the bottom of the starship opened and, like slurping up a noodle, sucked Sam inside. He hovered in the air for a moment until the door closed beneath him, then he dropped to the floor with a loud echoing thud.
Sam shut his eyes tight and braced himself for the worst... but nothing happened. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked around. The small metallic room was empty and there was no one to be seen.Seeing a small circular door, like one you would see on a bank vault, he went up to it. Finding it was locked he grew impatient.
"Hey!" He cried knocking on the door, "Let me out! I have an errand to do!"
Suddenly the bolt on the door drew back with a loud bang. Sam jumped back in surprise and the door slowly turned on its hinges revealing a small empty hallway.
"Strange," he muttered to himself in a low voice, "This is very strange... Yes sir, very strange, indeed."
Sam eased out into the hallway. He had not noticed two metal garbage cans sitting innocently on both sides of the open door.
Suddenly the garbage cans sprouted long spindly legs like metal spiders, red glinting eyes shining out from under the lid. In perfect synchronization they grabbed Sam by the arms carrying him with great speed through a maze of doors and tight hallways.
"O great," Sam thought in bewilderment, "I didn't see that coming."
Finally, reaching a door that was much larger than the others they stopped. Sam gulped, as the giant door opened ominously with a loud hiss and cloud of steam. Inside was a room with a huge marble looking table in the center. Two bellybobs in polished shinny black leather suit coats and white shirts stood on the other side of the table.
The bob who had a commanding presence, had a sharp cherry red tie and the other had a dull banana yellow tie. Both bobs had tinted rectangular glasses.
The robots seated Sam Joven on a round stump and stood behind him. The bob with the cherry tie smashed his fist on the marble table and demanded their visitor his name.
"M-my name?," Sam bob responded nervously.
"YES! Your name!" Bellowed the bob, his face turning as red as his tie.
"And what are you doing here?" asked the other bob with the banana yellow tie, in a calm smooth banana like voice.
Sam was normally very patient but asking him what he was doing here as if they hadn't kidnapped him was really too far...
"I didn't ask to be here!" The words came out a lot louder than he expected, even vibrating the metal robots behind him. 
But now he had started he decided there was nothing left but to go for it. "I was doing my errand when you people kidnapped me!"
"Kidnapped?!" the cherry red tie bob sneered but looked inquisitively at the banana tie bob.
Banana tie stood still for a second.Then he bent forward over the table, tapped something and then looked sheepishly at the Cherry tie bob.
"I believe we forgot to turn the tractor beam off..." His voice still as smooth but less like a banana and more like the banana peel.
"We don't have time for vagrants that can't find their way across a street!" Shouted red tie. "Throw him out!"
Sam felt himself seized by the robots as they dragged him away.
"Stop" Banana tie said calmly, and the robots instantly dropped Sam and he rolled on the floor.
Red tie looked at banana tie with his red livid face but banana tie still looked steadily at Sam as he continued to speak.
"You seem like a very responsible sort of bob. That is rare these days. You must be very valued by your employer. He must appreciate you very very much." Banana tie's voice was as smooth as ever.

"W-well, n-no, not really...'' Sam began to say, picking himself off the ground.
But Banana tie continued, "And your employer must be a very lucky man to have you as his employee. He must treat you very very well, hu?"
Sam stood there like a bob, remembering how his employer had treated him and remembering that greedy calculating look. He couldn't help but shudder.
"I have a little proposition to make," said Banana tie, putting both his hands on the table and leaning forward, "We could use a bob like you. Responsible and energetic, and we will pay you double your current salary."
Sam's jaw dropped and he was speechless.
"But on one condition..." Banana tie leaned forward a little more. "You have to leave your job and start right now."
Sam looked dumbfounded from Banana tie to Cherry tie, his face still red but now looking approvingly at Sam with the faintest hint of a smile...
"These bobs aren't so bad, and being a futurebob would definitely be an improvement to my situation. And Mr Goldbin doesn't care about me anyways!" He thought to himself.
"Well?" asked Banana tie.
Sam was just about to say yes!, when he looked down and saw his coat pocket and remembered the package he had been asked to deliver to the bank...
Then Sam was surprised to hear himself say, "I am sorry, sir, but I simply have to complete my errand."
Banana tie must have been offended because he stiffened as he slowly leaned away from the table. Then he simply waved his hand and Sam felt himself once again pounced on and whisked away by his creepy metallic friends.  His hat fell off in the jostleed out of the room.
They stuffed him into a large party cannon, aimed it through the open ceiling.
BOOM!
The cannon shot Sam out of the spaceship and landed on the hot sand of somewhere.
Sam looked up and saw a sign eaten away from explosions, speckled with bullet holes and studded with arrows.
The sign read:
Welcome to
CONFLICT PHASE
A place to fight out your troubles, good luck!