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Show Chapter Seventeen "Daemon! Daemon!" Rogare ran into the throne room. "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?" yelled the sorcerer. "Oh - uh, Honorable Master! Mighty W^ard! All-powerful Emporer -" "OH SHUT UP!" roared Daemon. "What do you want!" "I've got the spoon - look!" Rogare triumphantly waved Verus in the air. "Ah!" chuckled Daemon gleefully. "Good work!" Rogare proudly bent his head. "Yes, I know." "How did you get it, and where is the girl?" "She fell off the wall and over the cliff! Ha! And the spoon fell out of her pocket! With great daring I jumped forth, taking my life in my hands - " the skinny rogue hopped about the room "-and caught it!" "Likely story," muttered the sorcerer. "Now, about a promotion - " began Rogare. "Give me the spoon, you idiot!" "Oh no, uh - uh." Rogare put the spoon into his shirt. "First, give me a promotion." "Okay. You are hereby promoted into a DUCK!" Daemon healed for his cupboard. "NOT THE HAT! Here, - here's the spoon, oh mighty, wonderful sorcer-" Daemon grabbed the spoon and picked the whimpering man up by the seat of his pants, causing Rogare to stand on all fours. Then, with a mighty kick, sent him sailing out of the room. |