I’m not sure what, though.
I paused outside of this castle…
…and called the PT News office.
Always good to see how things are getting on, you know.
“Hello? PT News. Julia Thompson speaking. How can I help you?”
“Ah, Julia!” I said. “This is PVJ. I–”
“PVJ?!” She wasn’t happy. “Where have you been?”
“Only fighting for my life in a forest, don’t you know! Good noodles. And here I thought it was possible you were sending some sort of backup.” I clutched my katana closer.
“Things are going awful here. We don’t have time for a search and rescue!” she snapped. “Mr. Manahanny has shredded our paper in his paper!!!”
Now this was an interest. “How did he shred our paper in his paper?”
“Don’t be so thick! Our readership is on the decline. It’s over.”
She hung up. The shnivel.
I’d have to remember to fire her when I returned to PT News. Dadblameit.
So, there was this castle, and a party was going on inside.
And this professor being the adventurous beast he is, I decided to go in.
And I did.
Right through the front door.
The hallway opened up into a grand ballroom. Everyone was dressed up: Ladies in mushrooms and fellows looking like penguins.
I felt underdressed at first, but I dismissed it immediately. I was wearing something, after all.
“Who are you?”
And I was attacked by this older woman, can you believe. She had long white hair, very blue eyes, and she was wearing some sort of mushroom-shaped dress.
At least it appeared that way.
“I,” this professor said with a bit of a bow, “am Professor VJ Duke. Loner of the islands and king of something–though I’m not sure what.”
Inwardly, I was congratulating myself. See, I thought this reply would throw her off a bit and allow me time to escape.
“Such a bunch of nothingness, young man!” she said.
And that’s when I spotted him: King Arthur.
The professor had only one option.
I drew my katana and charged…