He had to admit, he didn't.
That was because the Fourians had escaped.
He'd been run down by their swirling mass when they'd run down his particular hallway.
The emergency containment team had shown up, late as usual, and then jokingly asked him if he had any fours.
He was almost ready to verbally explode when from his shirt pocket one lone four peeked at the outside world.
“Gee, thanks - you.” he said as the response team smacked him in the head with their nerfbat containment devices.
“Get it! Get it! Get it!” they monotonously wailed.
It was going to be one of those days.
Just on the news in my area, a single engine plane crashed onto Route 287 in New Jersey, five current fatalities.