17 – Dragons
He took the young boy by the hand,
And led him out across the land,
"That tower over there," he said,
"That tower it does hold the dead."
Voldemort broke off from the entourage shortly after leaving Zezima's chambers, leaving Mr. Happy alone with Muad Dhib. They walked on quietly through the dusty corridors of the mage arena until Mr. Happy broke the stillness.
(c)Mr. Happy:I am nobody
Muad Dhib:?
Mr. Happy:Nobody is truly mad
Mr. Happy:Therefore I am truly mad
Muad Dhib:What did they do to you in Lumbridge?
Mr. Happy:They taught me
Muad Dhib:?
Mr. Happy didn't respond, and the silence returned. Muad Dhib was annoyed with this silence. Every once in a while he would start...
Muad Dhib:Have you read Dune?
...or some other question like that.
(c)Mr. Happy would either ignore it or reply with some off-key phrase:
Mr. Happy:42
If he was going to die he might as well annoy people on the way there.
Passing through the arch of the mage arena's entrance, the Wildy once again surrounded them. Tonight the moon was almost full and it bathed the parched landscape in its glow. Suddenly the moon winked at him. Smiling slyly he winked back and the moon smiled back at him. He began to whistle.
About 50 paces from the mage arena his whistling stopped, however, when
Muad Dhib
k.
(c)Mr. Happy:Yes?
Muad Dhib:We'll stop here.
Muad Dhib:I have decided I may set you free.
Muad Dhib:But you have to tell me something important about the noobs,
(c)Mr. Happy:Like make something up?
Muad Dhib:No, you must have overheard something.
Make something up, (c)eh? He could do that.
(c)Mr. Happy:Well...someone said Cheezit had spies in the mage arena
Muad Dhib:Really?
Mr. Happy:Yes...um...
Zezima probably wouldn't work.
(c)Mr. Happy:Uh...Voldemort
Mr. Happy:They said they can't believe Zezima trusted you-know-who
Muad Dhib:Great. Anything else?
Mr. Happy:I think the noobs are planning to attack the mage arena
Muad Dhib:How?
He took the young boy by the hand,
And led him out across the land,
"That tower over there," he said,
"That tower it does hold the dead."
Voldemort broke off from the entourage shortly after leaving Zezima's chambers, leaving Mr. Happy alone with Muad Dhib. They walked on quietly through the dusty corridors of the mage arena until Mr. Happy broke the stillness.
(c)Mr. Happy:I am nobody
Muad Dhib:?
Mr. Happy:Nobody is truly mad
Mr. Happy:Therefore I am truly mad
Muad Dhib:What did they do to you in Lumbridge?
Mr. Happy:They taught me
Muad Dhib:?
Mr. Happy didn't respond, and the silence returned. Muad Dhib was annoyed with this silence. Every once in a while he would start...
Muad Dhib:Have you read Dune?
...or some other question like that.
(c)Mr. Happy would either ignore it or reply with some off-key phrase:
Mr. Happy:42
If he was going to die he might as well annoy people on the way there.
Passing through the arch of the mage arena's entrance, the Wildy once again surrounded them. Tonight the moon was almost full and it bathed the parched landscape in its glow. Suddenly the moon winked at him. Smiling slyly he winked back and the moon smiled back at him. He began to whistle.
About 50 paces from the mage arena his whistling stopped, however, when
Muad Dhib
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(c)Mr. Happy:Yes?
Muad Dhib:We'll stop here.
Muad Dhib:I have decided I may set you free.
Muad Dhib:But you have to tell me something important about the noobs,
(c)Mr. Happy:Like make something up?
Muad Dhib:No, you must have overheard something.
Make something up, (c)eh? He could do that.
(c)Mr. Happy:Well...someone said Cheezit had spies in the mage arena
Muad Dhib:Really?
Mr. Happy:Yes...um...
Zezima probably wouldn't work.
(c)Mr. Happy:Uh...Voldemort
Mr. Happy:They said they can't believe Zezima trusted you-know-who
Muad Dhib:Great. Anything else?
Mr. Happy:I think the noobs are planning to attack the mage arena
Muad Dhib:How?
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