he glared at me , then went wagging -- wagging ! 'the question , though ... the question is ... ' what are we going to do about it ? didnt want to call and interrupt in the middle of , well , whatever it is youre doing over there . it looked like they were arguing , but it gave us enough time to get me in the back of the car . minutes later , benjamin was sitting on the hood of his beat up , 1995 mercedes . `` it 's almost got to be one of those poems or songs . 