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“No idea. You fool, the witch Grysh has been worshiping me for ages, and I know for a fact that she gets off on that kind of thing! Now, perhaps she does need Jenstina and Shreddriff for some reason, but the rest of it's just a pointless quest! A pointless quest, I say!”

“You mean that Princess Janice can't be resurrected?”

“I didn't say that. Grysh doesn't realize it, but she can return your princess to the flesh with the aid of the crystal that used to be part of the Necklace of Powerfulness, which is just like the Necklace of Power but with a catchier name.”

“I know where that is!” Randall said. “That's what killed her in the first place!”

“I'll make you a deal,” said the Dark One. “It is within my power to send you to the Mountain of Rock and the Ocean of Water. I'll do so if you promise to join me.”

“That depends. How's your benefits package?”

“The medical has an extremely high deductible, but it doesn't matter because the job mostly involves sitting in here brooding, so injuries are few and far between.”

“What about retirement?”

“Ummm ... I forget.” The Dark One looked away, avoiding eye contact.

“Don't give me that. I want to know what your retirement plan is like.”

“Fine. There is no retirement plan, and no stable income. But talk about your fringe benefits!”

“Sounds pretty shaky to me,” said Randall. “I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass.”

“But you also get a free Dark One decoder ring after your six month review! And the secret messages aren't trying to sell you anything!”

“Okay, that'll do it for me,” Randall decided. “But I want you to release my friends to accompany me.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Curse you and your haggling abilities!” the Dark One said, slamming his fist against his throne. “At least those will come in useful as well. I'll release one of your friends. Who shall it be?”

“Tough call. Yvonne.”

“Very well, Scrivener will be sent to get her. Scrivener, bring our friend here a quill and some ink so that he can draw her likeness on your hand.”

After the drawing was complete and Scrivener had gone off to fetch her, the Dark One reclined back in his throne. “Now, you're not going to back out of this deal once I've kept my part of the bargain, are you? Maybe I should get another witness.”

“No need,” said Randall. “I've given you my word.”

The Dark One scratched the nose portion of his mask. “Why are your fingers crossed?”

“Because I'm wishing for a mutually satisfying partnership.”

“Ah.”

They stood there in silence for a while.

“So,” said the Dark One, uncomfortably. “What kinds of food do you like?”

“The old stand-bys: Fruits, vegetables, meats, dairy products...”

“I see I'll have to work on making a gourmet out of you. I like to dabble in the culinary arts quite a bit. My own personal creation is Tree Bark Souffle. I eat it almost every third day.”

Randall grimaced. “I hope your tongue isn't involved in the process.”

“Really, it's quite tasty if you remove the grubs.”

Randall stared at him, unconvinced.

The Dark One looked at the floor. “Okay, I admit it—I was trying to keep this taste sensation to myself. Leave the grubs in.”

Wyrkham stepped into the throne room. “Master, did you receive the latest directory of prisoners?”

The Dark One shook his head. “I didn't know you'd written it yet.”

“I haven't. I was just kind of hoping you'd received it anyway—would've saved me some time. I'll leave now.” Wyrkham exited.

“As you can see,” said the Dark One, “the people around here are like a dictionary with an index—really stupid. I'd estimate that the intelligence level hovers around that of plaque.”

“I can see that. So, when I get back are there any special guidelines I need to follow?”

“Just do as I do. You should know that I am a cruel and heartless leader. Always have been. Back in school, when one of my classmates said that his dog ate his homework, I cut open the dog to make sure.”

“Your mother must've been too close to gas fumes when you were conceived.”

“Well, the dog lived ... until it went and drowned in a well during a rescue operation. This Yvonne, do you have strong feelings for her?”

“Yep. They seem to lack credibility from a character standpoint, but they're there nevertheless.”

“Well, be good to her. Women are to be cherished, like hair on a teenage boy's chest. Don't make the same mistake I did and refer to them as fire-breathing bimbos.”

“I won't,” Randall promised.

There was another long, uncomfortable silence.

“Do you like duck-billed platypuses?” the Dark One asked.

“Excuse me?”

“Duck-billed platypuses. Do you like them?”

“I really don't have an opinion about them.”

“Hmmm ... I've been asking that question for years and everybody says the same thing. It's very strange.”

Another silence.

“You know, you could do your part to keep the conversation flowing,” said the Dark One. “If we're going to be working together we need to keep the lines of communication open.”

They were spared from further discomfort by the entrance of Scrivener and Yvonne. “Oh, my love-bucket, I've missed you so!” said Yvonne, hurrying over to Randall and giving him a hug.

“Lay off the hugsies,” scowled the Dark One.

“Are you okay?” Randall asked Yvonne. “Did they hurt you? Did they take advantage of you in ways you cannot vocalize? Did they smack you around like a rag doll and kick you in the face and stomp on your back? Did they put you through an unending whirlwind of nightmarish horrors that have burned their way into your consciousness like a magnifying glass frying an ant?”

“They ignored my request for a sponge bath.”

“Enough!” said the Dark One. “Scrivener, locate the Mountain of Rock on the crystal ball. Randall, you and your beloved will be sent there for exactly ten minutes to complete your task. If you fail, I'll send you back for another ten minutes, but I will not be happy about it.”

“Okay, it's ready,” said Scrivener.

“Excellent. Join hands, you two.”

Randall and Yvonne held each other's hand.

“Now, hop on one foot.”

“Whose?” Yvonne asked.

“Randall's,” said the Dark One. Yvonne hopped on Randall's foot, causing him to wince with pain.

POOF!

Suddenly they were standing on the top of a huge mountain, outside a small hut. A sign on the door read Here Lives Jenstina the Ogre. Solicitors and Toenail Seekers Unwelcome.

“I guess we should knock anyway,” said Randall. He reached for the brass lion's-head knocker, then jumped back in surprise as its mouth opened.

Unfortunately, from where Randall had been standing, a jump back in surprise was equivalent to a jump back onto the air just beyond the edge of the mountain. This particular air possessed a majority of the properties generally associated with air, most notably the one about not being able to hold the weight of a human being, thus explaining why Randall fell.

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Reader Participation Segment!

How do YOU want the story to continue?

IF YOU WANT Randall to grab onto an outcropping as he falls, read section (a) of the next chapter.

If you want Randall to flap his arms and try to fly like a birdie, read section (b) of the next chapter.

If you want Randall to do nothing, because as we all know the Fates control our actions anyway, read section (c) of the next chapter.

Chapter 24

Maturity Wasteland

(a) IT DIDN'T work, and Randall fell to his death.