Old Pew was now tired. He felt his way to the girl. "You truley are a beautiful girl. But little missy, i said give me your hand!" As he was screaming "give", he shot his hand out and grabbed the girl's hand. He held it firmly and bent her arm back and behind her back, holding her infront of him like a shield. He sensed the gel in front of him screaming something, so he grabbed it in his free hand. "NO BODY MOVE!" he said to everyone else. "ONE STEP FORWARD AND I BREAK HER ARM, AND BELIEVE ME, I CAN!" He gave a firm squeeze to the girl's arm. It was very painful, he could tell. He knew that if he squeezed it anymore, he'd break her arm. "Now...on my word do exactly as i say, or i'll break her arm. Everyone get in front of me! Hands where i can see them!" He waited for everyone to get in front of him. He let go of the gel. "You too, gel!" he said to it. And by the way the girl was sweating, he knew he had frightened her extremely.