There is physical slavery and intellectual slavery. The second is more cunning.
~ V. Shnodgrate, Renowned PL Poet
So, Daddy Salami lowered this professor’s cage.
Now, that’s a thing.
I just admitted I had a cage. Like it’s mine.
Not sure why I did that.
Please forget I said it was my cage.
“There ya go, ya lump,” Salami said, opening the door. “Come ye out!”
This professor stepped out.
Okay, so my wound absolutely hurt a bit–but it didn’t make me dizzy.
I followed Salami to the front of the castle, right up to the huge wooden door.
To be quite honest–and I usually am quite honest every so often at noon–I thought about making a run for it.
But a few things:
(1) The professor was injured.
(2) The professor was on Fat Man Island. (Can’t exactly escape without a flying thingy.)
(3) The professor does not fancy being chased by Daddy Salami.
Conclusion: We shall not make a run for it.
Salami threw open the front door–didn’t bother to knock–and skipped down a hallway, made a left, then a right, threw open two other wooden doors, and…
Fats Henry was sitting in a huge dining hall. The hall was so big, in fact, the table looked small.
There was only one chair at the table. It was at the head, and Henry occupied it.
He was slurping some soup.
Salami and I walked up to the other end of the table. A sizable distance, but not that sizable.
“Here he is,” Salami said, with an evil chuckle: “Hehaha.”
“Welllllllllll,” Fats Henry boomed, looking up. “Look who it is!”
It was Salami. Not sure why he said it either. Probably found Henry a bit disgusting, too.
“What do you want?” Henry said, turning on Salami viciously.
“I brought ya the professor and the sword. Pay me, and I’s leavin’, cur.”
“Fine,” Henry said. “The servant will pay you on the way out. Bye!”
Salami left, and the door shut soundly behind him. Actually, it shut loudly.
“So,” this professor began, “you got the Jeweled Katana?”
“That’s right,” Henry said. “Salami found it down there. All this means is I don’t have to get the Diamond of Drake for the Jeweled Katana. Since I already have it.”
Rats. I must’ve dropped it right out in the open. This professor was hoping, see, that I had dropped the sword in hiding.
“Well, I might tell the prince, just to be revolting, like you.”
Henry chuckled. “Idiot. You’re not leaving here! You’re my new kitchen slave. I’m not that stupid, okayyyyyyy?! I won’t let you out so you can tell Prince Beef that I took his sword without trading the diamond for it!”
And just like that I was whisked away (like some sort of icing or cream) to the kitchens.
What a thing.