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"Rope," I commanded Uberbob.
"You'll have to beg firs-"
"Rope or you die."
The rabbit obliged and handed me the roll of rope. I took the marshmallow on a stick out of the backpack and tied the rope around the stick. I stood back a ways from the doorway and threw the marshmallow out towards the pyramid. It missed by about two feet.
"Try again," Uberbob suggested.
I pulled the marshmallow back. "I wasn't planning on giving up," I said, throwing it again. It hit the pyramid and bounced off. I reeled it back towards me.
"It needs to be stickier," Faw pointed out, "try licking it."
I looked at the marshmallow. Two particular melted plastic pieces on it looked like eyes, and a few pieces of loose hair someone lost on the inside of the backpack gave it a frowny face to some degree. It stared back at me like a lost puppy. Well, a lost puppy that's all sticky, covered in plastic pieces, and carried around by an old man for God-knows-how-long. "Fooruman, lick this marshmallow for me." The Archmage took the marshmallow and stuck it in his mouth, sucking on it for at least a minute or two.
"Are you done?"
"MmFNo," he declared without taking it out of his mouth. We waited another minute. He removed the marshallow on a stick. "I now firmly believe, sir, you will never find a stickier marshmallow."
I accepted the soppy marshmallow, carefully holding it by the stick, and tossed it towards the pyramid. It missed by a few inches. I tried to tug the rope back, but the marshmallow was firmly stuck to the ground. I pulled harder, but the stick snapped.
"Can I have my rope back now?" Uberbob asked.
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