Randy yawned and stretched out. He looked around and noticed he was not in his bed room.

"Oh..I fell asleep here again, didn't I?" Randy asked sheepishly.

"Don't worry Ninja, it's not that big of a deal." The Sorcerer said.

"Are you sure?" Randy asked. "Because you might have needed alone time to do...personal stuff."

"What do you mean by that?" The Sorcerer asked.

"You know..to fart and stuff." Randy said.

The Sorcerer grimaced a bit at his remark.

"That reminds me, I didn't do that in my sleep did I?"

"No you did not." The Sorcerer reassured him.

"That's good." Randy said, very relived.

The fact was though, he had...several times. The Sorcerer didn't want to bring up such a vile subject or embarrass the poor child.

"Wait, did school start yet? Am I late?" Randy asked.

"No. You still have an hour." The Sorcerer told him.

"Okay, good. I still have time to get ready. Today's a freshman only field trip. We're going to a man made volcano." Randy said. "And Howard and I are gonna spit in it!"

"How...lovely.." The Sorcerer said unamused.

"We'll be so popular if we do it!" Randy said excitedly.

"You know at one point in time the key to being popular was to be nice rather than to spit into things."

Randy frowned. "Well, nowadays you have to do something extreme to get popular."

"Just don't fall in or something stupid."

Randy gave a dry laugh and left.

…...

"Did you get the victory nachos?" Randy asked

"Of course I did Cunningham." Howard said, showing it to him.

Randy was about to speak, but then he saw the Nomicon glow.

"Uh...hold on a second Howard."

"Ugh! Cunningham, don't let The Nomicon ruin this!" Howard complained.

"It'll just take a second Howard." Randy said as he opened The Nomcion.

Curiosity may give you the knowledge you seek, but it can

also cause great pain.

To lay within your enemy's grasp, could make your next

breath your last.

There was temptation, but the temptation was not enough to

persuade the decision.

Randy looked up at the three past lessons. What was The Nomcion trying to say? Was it mad that he slept in The Sorcerer's lair again? Was it just messing with him? Was it broken?

"First of all Nomicon, I need to talk my plan over with Howard. We're going to spit into the volcano and-"

Practice makes the warrior strong. Feeling no need for it will cause the warrior's demise.

"Okay, okay. Listen, nothing bad happened." Randy said. "I'm still alive and I didn't get hurt."

His clawed hands made harsh contact and his stank surrounded you in an endless cloud.

"That was an accident! It was my fault! I-"

The Ninja is the embodiment of good. The only harm he gives is to his enemies.

"He's not my enemy! He's my...acquaintance."

The Nomicon gave a flash of lightning.

To lay within your enemy's grasp, could make your next breath your last.

Then it kicked him out.

"So what did The Nomicon say about our plan?" Howard asked, already annoyed.

"Nothing." Randy said.

"Really?" Howard was surprised. "Then why'd it want you?"

"It's still mad that I hang out with The Sorcerer sometimes." Randy said.

"Just forget about that right now, Cunningham. We have something bigger and better to do." Howard said as he was about to grab a nacho.

"Howard." Randy said. "We have to wait until we spit in the volcano to eat them."

"Right.." Howard said disappointed. Then his stomach growled.

"Fine..you can have three. But that's it until we spit into the volcano!"

"Thanks Cunningham!" Howard said as he tried to pick the three with the most cheese.

Randy looked at The Nomcion and frowned. What if it did have something to say about their plan?