"You ungrateful sonofabitch!" He yelled out. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, let alone seeing, as he smashed the glass that encased his prized Louisville Slugger autographed by the legendary Babe Ruth. I glanced at the door wondering what was taking everyone so long to get here, as there was no way that they couldn't hear the chaos coming from Mr. D's office. I tried to console him, but he wasn't listening, in fact it seemed as if he had totally lost it, and I have to admit, I was getting scared! I waited till he turned to smash the plaques that covered the wall behind his desk, and dashed toward the door, but my plan failed, as somehow the door had been locked from the outside. As I fiddled with the knob, still trying to get out, I turned and saw Mr. D now headed toward me, the bat swung low and close to his thigh. I started banging on the door, and yelling for help. I turned around and immediately got into the best possible boxing stance I knew. Mr. D stopped, and just looked at me with the coldest of eyes. I couldn't even recognize him. "Come on, Mr. D, chill out man!" I said when suddenly he tossed me the bat. I caught it, and though I didn't want to use it, I still placed it on my shoulder. He smiled, giving me a glance of the man I thought I knew. I felt a bit relieved and lowered the bat. Mr. D smiled at me, and though mine was forced, I smiled back, when suddenly he raised his hand, and in it was a gun, and it was pointing directly at me.