"Reading anything interesting?" one cop said sarcastically. Peter sensed
something bad was about to happen, but he didn’t know what. It was as if he’d
wandered into the scene of a trideo show, for which no one had given him the 
script. When he didn’t answer, the two guards lost their sense of humor at the same instant, as if
disappointed that Peter didn’t know how to play along. "Enough yakkety," said
the first. "Put the portable down and get your hands up."