Randy gulped as he sat on his bed and pulled out The Nomicon. The glow was very intense and it rapidly flashed. He hesitantly opened it.

"Nomicon, I know you're mad, but listen...The Sorcerer isn't so bad." Randy said.

The Nomicon growled and showed him all the stankings and damage he'd caused throughout the 800 years it was documented.

"Nomicon, he can't control stanking." Randy protested.

The Nomicon growled again and showed him when The Sorcerer stanked him.

"Hey! You know that was for a different reason! It was just for fun, Nomicon!" Randy protested.

You have broken the basic law of The Ninja: You must hate The Sorcerer with all your being.

"Listen, Nomicon! Just because I trust The Sorcerer doesn't mean I'm a bad ninja! I can still fight stanks and robots just fine! In fact it's easier now! The Sorcerer has been more help than you!"

Lighting flashed harshly.

You have lost your privilege of using me for a day. Tomorrow, using your wit and past lessons, you must fight without me.

Randy looked up wide eyed. "W-what? N-Nomcion..."

This is punishment. You may not use me tomorrow.

"N-Nomicon..." Randy stuttered. "I-I can't..."

The Nomicon kicked him out.

Randy looked nervously at The Nomicon. He frowned and touched the cover. It growled and startled him.

He laid in bed and failed to fall asleep, but he was failing. He should've been excited since Halloween was tomorrow, but he was just worried now. The Nomicon wouldn't help him tomorrow. What if he needed it? He made it seem like he didn't need it, but in all reality he did. The Nomicon may have been judgmental about The Sorcerer, but when it came to fighting, it helped.

"Nomicon..."

It growled.

Randy tried to open it, but it gave him a shock.

"Ouch! You didn't have to shock me!" Randy whimpered. He put The Nomicon in a drawer.

The shock still hurt a bit. He went the bathroom and washed his hands, which eased the pain a bit.

He sat down on his bed and sighed. "Maybe I should go talk to The Sorcerer..."

Randy took out his mask and sneaked off to the school.

He looked in the lair and to his surprise The Sorcerer was still awake, petting the sleeping rat.

"S-sorcerer?" Randy asked.

The Sorcerer looked up. "Ninja?"

"Uh..h-hey... I can't sleep..."

"So you came here?" The Sorcerer asked.

"Y-yeah...is that okay?" Randy asked.

"Yes...It's fine..." The Sorcerer said.

Randy sat. "So, what do you do for fun?"

"I don't really..choose to do things, they just happen. I'm usually busy with stankings and stuff. Talking to you is the only social interaction I get."

The rat let out a jealous squeak.

"Human interaction." The Sorcerer corrected. The rat still looked mildly upset.

"Do you have any stank that can help me sleep?" Randy asked.

"First, can you tell me why you can't sleep?"

Randy explained everything he could in the best detail. He explained how The Nomicon reacted after every time he'd hung out with him and how it took away his privilege of using it for a day.

"That is a rather unfair thing for it to do." The Sorcerer said. "But, tomorrow is Halloween and I doubt you'll have to deal with anything...unless McFist sends out a robot."

"I hope not..." Randy said, a bit nervous. "The only time I tried fighting without The Nomicon was hard...so I went home and got it..."

"Tomorrow will be fine...now lay down."

Randy laid on his side and closed his eyes gently. The Sorcerer gathered some stank and surrounded him with it. He made a noise of pleasure, before drifting of to sleep.