Analysis Of 'You Not Going'

"You're not going."

Just like that, they struck a deal. Of course, only one of them were aware of the deal and its terms: one man would enforce his will, and the other would cave.

"I'm sorry, I don't want trouble," Solomon said in an apologetic, non-threatening tone. "I just want to pass through and get home peacefully. I'm not bothering anyone." Solomon's hands were raised shoulder height with his palms facing the man in front of him, the universal sign for "I give up."

It was true, he really did not want trouble. He never did. He always considered himself a peaceful person, but recent adventures suggested that maybe there was something not so peaceful about him. A knack for finding his way into non-peaceful situations, one might say.

Case in point. He’d just been wandering through a small park, on his way to the Inn that had been his resting place for the past few days. It was late, and he was tired. Suddenly, four menacing figures appeared out of nowhere. Under the moonlight, all he could see was that they were all tall and had bald, shiny heads. They were draped in identical dark,
We like that sack and we want what’s in it,” the deep voice hissed threateningly. The words were slightly slurred, and spoken slowly. It didn’t sound intentional. It sounded like this guy was just a slow speaker, as if there was sludge in whatever kind of motor powered his brain. Solomon’s knee-jerk mental reaction was to think about how deeply he’d sleep and how loud he’d snore if he had to sit through a lecture or monologue from the man in front of him. Also, wasn't the “YOU SHALL NOT PASS”-thing kind of played out? Solomon’s next thought was about delivering a witty comeback in response to the fact that they literally just said they like his sack, and they want what’s in it. Certainly there was something humorous to be said for the fact that a group of menacing men accidentally kinda sorta demanded Solomon’s sperm. Not that there's anything wrong with