2B

Option 1:

This early Saturday morning was not a normal day for two men dressed in robot costumes. These costumes were shaded a yellow which tended to attract the eye. One of them nudged the other. "Matt, are you sure this is the right way?” The other man said nothing for a few moments and kept on walking down the street, ignoring the many gazes following him.

Eventually he responded with a look that, even behind his costume, could be seen as contemptuous.“Come on, it has to be. Aren’t convention centers normally near the center of a city, John?”

John looked down at his boots and mumbled, “I don’t think this place counts as what we call a normal city.” The buildings may have been tall and similar to skyscrapers and the streets may have been filled with cars, but considering that there was a raving man wandering across the street screaming at anyone that came within a few feet of him, this was not a normal city. In fact, John was fairly sure that this was the same raving man who appeared to be mirroring their course for the past few blocks.

“A few more blocks, just a few. If we can’t find it we’ll stop there and ask directions.”

“Yeah,” John snapped, “and you’ll probably ask for them from that guy across the street.” He gestured at the raving man who shoved his way through a crowd, still screaming. “You know he’s been following us around for at least ten minutes.”

“What? You’re kidding, right?”

“Haven’t you noticed?” Matt’s gaze followed John’s gesture. He let out a guffaw as the man nearly ran into a telephone pole.

“Okay, okay. I see your point. Look, we’ll ask her,” Matt offered as some sort of consolation for having them wander around the city, utterly lost, for nearly thirty minutes. He pointed one long, yellow-gloved finger at a blonde woman passing by. She appeared to have her eyes clearly set on the ground, refusing to look at each of them.

In all honesty John was pretty sure that she was probably going to start babbling as soon as they walked up to her. Even so, he approached with the aura of someone slowly walking up to a predatory animal.“Hello, ma’am?” he tried to begin. The woman let out a small squeak of terror and backed away. John quickly threw his hands up in something close to surrender. “I was wondering if you knew the way to the convention-”

Instead of answering the blonde woman backed away and spun around to make a detour down a side alley.

John stared at Matt. “I told you we shouldn’t have worn these. I told you. But you never listen to me.”

“Well, we are going to a convention.”

“Matt, all I can say is that you are an utter moron.”