Ashley grabbed Jean's arm again, but the old woman had steel in her spine and wouldn't be budged.
"HERE WE ARE" she spat venemously, "DRAGGED HERE BY YOU AS IF WE WERE NAZIS, AND NOW YOU WANT TO PHYSICALLY ABUSE US???"
"It's for your own good!" Ashley protested.
Tanya, however, was slightly more level-headed and pleaded with Ashely in a calmer voice.
"Come on, Ashley." she said. "We're 8887. We shouldn't be being smacked about by anything. How do you know it's worth it, anyway?"
Before Ashley could respond, however, a whirring sounded in the wall before them, and they all stopped struggling to look.
With soft clicks, ten panels swung open above the neon sign. From them emerged ten long, jointed metal arms with plastic bottles on the ends. They extended towards the trio.
"AAAHHH!!!" howled Jean, and made an elderly break for it. Before she could make two steps, however, the nearest arm shot and and bent around so that it's bottle was in front of her face. With a flick, it rapped her smartly in the forehead.
"Ack!" cried Jean, her eyes wide and fearful.
The bottlearm waited for a moment, then gave the obstinant old crow another smack. At that, Jean raced back to Tanya's arms, who was also being threated by the arms, though they had not touched her yet. Ashely remained unmenaced.
"Looks like you'd better go on the ride." she said with a smirk.
Tanya shot her younger captor a look of pure loathing, but had to admit that they didn't have any choice. She nodded her agreement, and Ashley helped the old-timers into the dark interior of the ride.