This chapter is dedicated to my one-and-only reviewer, dreemun, who reminded me about this particular event. Gotta love it.
I own my version of The Stranger. That's it.
Saavedro's Lost FireMarbles
Part Three
As If He Wasn't Loosing These FireMarbles Fast Enough
I'm still watching him. I'm NOT stalking him! I'm just watching him. I'm bored still. I walked back up to the top of the cliff and found him still in there, pacing and muttering (though what, I can't tell). Such things are lost through two windows and two doors.
Currently, he was just pacing back and forth, 'round and 'round and 'round and-
HOLY SON OF A SQUEE!
He's hitting himself over the head with the Releeshahn book! Oww. . . I mean, that thing has metal bindings and crap! And a lock! A big, metal lock! And he's hitting himself over the head with it!. . . . Well, actually, he's hitting himself in the face with it, kinda like those monks did in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Which was amusing on screen, but not in real life!
. . .Ok, yes it is. But, I mean, it's like he's forcibly ripping the pages out of that Linking Book of his Mind! He's losing brain cells!
I would go help him if I wasn't laughing so hard.
