Just when O'Chunks and Dimentio thought that no-one would come to inspect or question and were just about to settle down, there was a sharp rap on the door.
O'Chunks's head, which had been lolling over his chest drowsily, suddenly snapped up. In an instant, Dimentio took to the air and slapped his hands behind his back. O'Chunks imitated him. Of course, he didn't take to the air, because he can't.
There was another rap.
"Who's there?" called Dimentio in a passable imitation of Mr. L.
"It's Nastasia," called a familiar voice. "Open the door this second, 'K?"
There was a frantic scuffle as O'Chunks started waving his hands around, whimpering. Dimentio made a shushing gesture with his hand and flew very close towards the door. He put his ear against it, which was a mistake, because at that moment, Nastasia hurled the door open, thus squashing Dimentio painfully against the wall in the process with a sound quite like the following.
SLAM!
Which was then followed by a quieter squish.
As Dimentio was sandwiched between the wall and the door, Nastasia marched in, consulting her clipboard as she went. Without looking up at O'Chunks, she said, "So, um, I'm here for your one-thousand-page report on why you decided to blow up the entire west wing of the Castle. Could I have it as quick as possible, 'K?"
O'Chunks shot a terrified glance at the squished Dimentio. The door, however, remained where it was: squeezing Dimentio against the wall.
"Erm, ah'kay, lass," said O'Chunks tensely.
"I beg your pardon?" said Nastasia, frowning as she steadily wrote to the end of her sentence.
"I mean, ah, okay Nastasia," gabbled O'Chunks. "I'll go get it in ah sec... I mean a sec..."
With that, O'Chunks zipped behind Brobot. He pressed his back against the cold metal as Nastasia looked up to find the room - to her - deserted.
O'Chunks looked wildly around. What am I going to do?
Suddenly, he spied a spanner on the ground next to him. He snatched it up and, holding it like a sword, slowly went around the other side of Brobot, until he was in sight of Nastasia. He then snuck up right behind her.
O'Chunks gritted his teeth and tried to hold back a tear as he clunked Nastasia over the head with the spanner.
She fell to the floor right after there was a dull clunk as the metal connected with her head. O'Chunks dropped the spanner and fell to his knees, sobbing.
"AH, WHAT'VE I DONE? I'VE GAWN AHEAD'N KILLED 'TEH LASS! I DESERVE 'TEH BE BOILED 'N BUTTERED! I'LL NEVER CHUNK AGAIN!" he bawled.
A hand patted her gingerly on the back. "There, there."
Sobbing, O'Chunks grabbed the hand and blew his nose on it. The hand yanked away from him.
"Ah, 'fanks Dimen'io," murmured O'Chunks.
"You are quite welcome," said Dimentio smoothly. "Although you could have refrained from blowing your nose on my hand."
"Ah guess I should've - Dimentio?" exclaimed O'Chunks leaping to his feet and whirling around.
Dimentio certainly looked a little flat (both metaphorically and literally), but other than that, he looked fine.
"How'd ya get outta 'teh door?" demanded O'Chunks.
"I escaped... with magic!"
"Ah. A'course."