Two people said to go in, so we're going in, but first...
"That gigantic wall of fire is really an eyesore," I said, rubbing my chin fuzz to appear more intellectual. "L33tz4n, summon the Water Elemental to extinguish the flames."
L33tz4n summoned a somewhat mighty Water Elemental. "Go put out those fl4mes," she told it, pointing to the towering inferno. The powerful cup of water shuffled over to the wall, but before it even got within splashing range the extreme heat had evaporated all of its water. The empty cup shuffled back to L33tz4n, now filled with nothing but regrets. L33tz4n patted it gently. "It's okay," she said, "You tried your b3st." The cup bowed, then vanished without a trace.
With nothing better to do at the moment, we decided to go to the Isle of Darkness Laundromat. As I entered, the smell of evil detergent overpowered me and caused my eyes to water. I realized what a sad day it had been.
The laundromat was very large. They had various washers and dryers set up in rows, where various Canadians were washing their "kiss me, I'm Canadian" T-shirts. Near the entrance was a counter where a teenage Canadian girl was working/reading a newspaper. Hanging on the counter was a sign saying, "Isle of Darkness Laundromat: the only laundromat in the universe that caters to evil clothing! We also offer drycleaning services.
"EGAD!" Fooruman exclaimed. "By the great almighty Foo! I had nearly forgotten!" He rowed his canoe to the counter and address the girl behind it. "Good sir," he began, "a very evil yet still good friend of mine requested that I pick up his drycleaning. Might I have the order of one Julia Conquista?"
"Do you have the pickup voucher?" she asked, looking up from the newpaper she had been reading.
"BY THE POWER OF FOO!" the archmage declared. "I CONJURE FORTH... THE VOUCHER!" He reached into his pockets and felt around, but came up empty-handed. "Oh dear me," he said sadly, "I must have lost it when I fell into the sea today."
"Yeah, sure," she said, taking up the newspaper once again.
"Messed up your errand?" Araches asked Fooruman.
"I was to fetch Grandma Conquista's clothing for her," he explained. "This is the only place in the universe that can clean clothes as evil as hers. Unfortunately, it looks as though I've failed..."
I saw a rack beside the counter where drycleaned clothes had been hung. The unmistakable black and gray garments of the Ultimate Evil were hainging on one particularly large hanger. They were perfectly accessible to me, but I knew I couldn't walk out with them unnoticed. Considering how many of these Canadians seemed to have guns, stealing from them was probably a bad idea.
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