"Fooruman, you aren't my friend anymore," I stated to the wizard. This really didn't sound like the kind of thing I would normally say, and felt really awkward.
I put the crystal pyramid back on the ground and lifted the gem. As soon as the gem left the glowing white floor, the crystalline spikes retracted back into the ceiling with a satisfying "SSHZING" noise. Leetzan was left in a bloody -though unimpaled- mess on the ground. Fawriel immediately conjured up that familiar healing glow around his hands. Fooruman stared at me menacingly for a moment, said "I hope your marshmallow burns," and rowed away to help Faw.
"Most people would have tried putting the big, shiny crystal back first," Araches commented.
"I didn't hear YOU suggest anything."
"I didn't hear you ask for help."
"If I ASK next time, will you give help?" I asked, frustrated.
The sorceress chuckled. "Next time you'll have to beg. And I'll have to think up something entirely new for the time after next." She left to join Leetzan, Faw, Fooruman, and the Mythslayer, patting me on by back as she went. Uncomfortably low on my back.
I turned to Uberbob, awaiting some remark on the events that just proceeded, contemplating in advance ways to hurt him for said remarks. He seemed, however, fully concentrated on the doorway. "You know," he began, "if we put some potatoes in the doorway, then picked the pyramid up and put it down again really fast a bunch of times, we could probably make mashed potatoes." My brain felt offended, and I wondered how long I could maintain my sanity before becoming an Uberbob myself. The prospect made me feel sad, cold, and alone.
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