Frank then asked, “Anyone else have more to say?”

There was only silence, so Frank appeared in front of the man who goaded him to destroy the building, demanding, “Will you serve?”

Terrified as any troublemaker would be when they were singled out, the man nodded repeatedly, “Yes, Mr. Frankton! I promise that I will serve loyally! Swear to god!”

Frank smirked, shaking his head. “Was there a point to swearing? If there is, why would the good die young, while villains live way longer?

“Hell, it doesn’t matter if you’re willing to serve. I’ll just pretend that everyone here said yes, and I’ll also put it out front-if you don’t behave, don’t blame me for doing what I have to.”

As everyone was still silent, Jada snapped impatiently, “Are you all mute now?”

“Sir, yes sir!” everyone yelled one after another.