So, this professor was on the march. (It wasn’t a deadly march, though.)
I was marching for my juice, and once I got it, I drank it.
The night party, or late party, was still in the happenings, so the professor looked about for someone to bother. (That’s how it’s done, you know. One has to bother another at a party; otherwise, the party is in danger of becoming boring.)
“Yeah,” Ruber was saying, “he’s been acting up again.”
Manly-Man grimaced. “Doesn’t you think you should do something about it?”
“Heck yeah!” Ruber shook his head. “But what? Catch this: Just the other day, me dad said to me, ‘Ruber, I’m going to sell you into slavery. But don’t worry. It will only be for a month, until I can get me tractor.’”
“Oh my,” Manly-Man said. “That’s horrible.”
Ruber sighed. “Don’t I know it, eh? Well, anyway, I told him ‘no’, and that made him cranky. He’s still cranky about it.”
“Okay, then,” Manly-Man said, “let’s get him.”
Ruber’s eyes widened. “You mean tonight? At this party?”
Ruber laughed. “Oh yes! Okay… How will we do it?”
This professor, you must understand, left immediately. I didn’t want to be involved in that. But…it was quite interesting, I must say.
I was heading away from the plotters, when Mr. Magi stopped me.
“Young man,” he said, his eyebrows raised in alarm, “something is up. Something dastardly is about to happen, and I don’t think the king of dastardliness is even here!”
(He was referring to Dr. Zauberer.)
I nodded. “I fear so. Something is about to happen. A few somethings actually.”
Mr. Magi nodded. “We must stop it. You do know why duels shouldn’t be fought, don’t you?”
The professor had no idea, but I took a guess. “Because someone could get hurt?”
Mr. Magi nodded and started to walk past me. “Yes. Duels can be dangerous.”
(They were really close.)
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