Erin gets comfortable on her bed and the Governor starts out the door.
"Wait!" Erin yells at the last minute. "Where is my weapon?"
"Oh don't worry, it's in safe hands." The Governor responds with a smile.
"I don't care, I want my weapon."
"Well I'll give it back to you when you decide you wanna leave."
"No, I want it now."
"I'm sorry but I can't give it to you now."
"Why the hell not?"
"I just can't. I promise you'll get it back when you decide to leave tomorrow."
"And what if I decide to stay?"
"Well then you'll get it back when we put you to work."
"Sir, I don't think you understand the gravity of this situation, I want it now."
"Ma'am, I can assure you that it's safe with me."
"I really don't care how safe you say it is, it's not safe enough unless it's in my hands. Now gimme it."
"I already told you, I can't do that."
"What do you mean you can't do that!? What do you not trust me with my own weapon!?"
"No it's not like that, it's just-"
"Oh just! Just! Just! Just! Just what!?"
"It's not that I personally don't trust you with it, but we have to take precautoins. You understand that right?"
"Precautions! Don't tell me about precautions!"
"Look, my point is I can't give it to you and that's final."
"You are going to regret not giving it to me. Regret every last minute of it."
"I, won't regret anything."
"I will kill you. I will kill every last one of you. I swear on my own life I will."
"Okay. Look, why do you need it anyway?"
"It may sound kinda stupid or childish, but I sleep with that thing. I have paranois so I kinda have to in order to feel "safe."
"Paranoia.... A tough cookie like you, has paranoia?"
"I told you it was stupid. But yes, I have it. No joke."
He looks at her for a second. "Sorry, I still can't take any chances." He starts walking away again but Erin grabs his arm before he can leave.
"Now you listen here you little fucker. I need that machete. Need it. I that ain't a bloody option. So you are going to go over to it and give to me right now. You hear me? And I don't care about no precautions because if I don't get it, God forbid I will be even more dangerous without it than I am with it. Are you getting this macho man?" She threatens. "And if you still can't get it through your thick scull, then imagine this.... every last one of your precious citizens gone. Dead. All because you wouldn't give one girl her gogpoopin' weapon."
He just stares at her, not doing anything. "Tough cookie. Persistant too. But the answer is still no." He smirks at her.
She pushes him back and stomps out the door, slamming it behind her and leaving the Governor behind wondering what just went down there.