I rolled me eyes. "What kind of begging?" I asked.
"Get on your knees, act pitiful, and beg for help."
This felt very, very wrong, but I had little choice. Screwing dignity, a got down onto my knees, held my hands near my heart, and initiated the best puppy-dog-eyes I could. "Please, tell me the plan," I said, secretly contemplating ways to kill the sorceress.
"Try to be more pathetic."
Hating myself, I obliged. "Oh, pleease Ms. Araches, all-powerful and all-sexxay dark sorceress, imbue me with the knowledge of your plan."
She laughed. "Okay, since you asked so nicely."
"I think I'm going to kill myself."
"You're so hot when you're suicidal. Anyway, plan," she continued, "if this room has spikes triggered to bar off the door like the last room, we could probably just slip the crystals between the bars near the bottom. We could have a summon do it, or use a hook or something to get the crystals out while we remain outside."
"I begged for that?" I asked, "that's just common sense."
"I don't give you much credit for common sense anymore."
I tried to kick her, but she saw it coming and my leg got hit by a painful electrical charge. I settled with scowling again.
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