They were both being very polite and neither of them was trying to intimidate me the way that the DHS had done when I was in their custody.
"Am I under arrest?"
"You've been momentarily detained so that we can ensure your safety and the general public safety," Booger said.
He passed my driver's license up to Zit, who pecked it slowly into his computer. I saw him make a typo and almost corrected him, but figured it was better to just keep my mouth shut.
"Is there anything you want to tell me, Marcus? Do they call you Marc?"
"Marcus is fine," I said. Booger looked like he might be a nice guy. Except for the part about kidnapping me into his car, of course.
"Marcus. Anything you want to tell me?"
"Like what? Am I under arrest?"
"You're not under arrest right now," Booger said. "Would you like to be?"
"No," I said.