A Mobile Cotton Harvester

"...You were too angry to think straight, too." Roland pulled the sock out of Eddie's mouth. "He wanted to talk..."

"I won't say a single word!" Eddie declared resolutely.

"Fine, you've got guts!" Roland froze. He hadn't expected the kid to be this stubborn, refusing to talk even after Jason had beaten him so badly.

"Then don't blame me for getting rough," Jason said coldly.

"Aaaaaah! I'm not telling you anything!"

"The little mobile cotton harvester's got quite a mouth on him. Jason, keep going!"

"Got it!"

"FXXK, I'll sue you for racial discrimination!" Eddie cursed.

"What a joke. I'm already holding you illegally and torturing you. You think I care about that?" Roland sneered. "You'd better talk, or you'll never get to eat your beloved fried chicken and watermelon again."

"Damn! You're not even pretending anymore!"

Half an hour later.

"Stop hitting me... I'll talk..."

"What were we going to ask him again?" Roland looked at Jason.

"I forgot. Should we just keep hitting him for now?" Jason suggested after a moment's thought.

"Sounds good."

"No, no, no! I'm a student at Mrs. Gunn's Problem Children Boarding School! Mrs. Gunn said you were stealing her students, so she sent me here to cause trouble... To poison your food and make a big news story out of it..."

"So that's what happened..." Roland nodded. It more or less matched what he'd heard that morning.

"So what do we do?" Jason asked. "Send that hag straight to prison?"

"No rush. I'm going to make that widow pay dearly." Roland patted Jason on the shoulder. "My dear Jason, I believe you know what to do."

"...That tone makes me want to puke." Jason rolled his eyes.

"Off you go." Roland tapped him on the head.

"With all due respect, you're sending him