"Madam, have you seen my nephew? He's about yo high." My voice cracked a bit as I asked because my scraped knees were really beginning to smart. She looked thoughtful as she lowered her large black dustbuster. Goodness, her arms were certainly long, I noted. Or perhaps it was the draconian cut of her purple empire-waisted gown. I hadn't seen shoulderpads like that in twenty years. I realized she was trying to see though the visor of my helmet, which I'd neglected to remove. However rude it was, I decided I'd stay anonymous until she answered. Hopefully she had seen that scallywag of a child who had somehow managed to crash us. I vowed to find him and deliver him to his fate.
Please sir... maybe mountaineering mishaps misconstrued.
I will try harder next time to stay the path. I have been in this spot on the mountain many times and I am not here to cause any harm. Peace be with you.
"oh, great Zogno. I followed them relentlessly across the entire desert, until my gas ran out. They were too fast, too many..."
Zogro said nothing. He lifted his massive weapon slowly, every so slowly.
After successfully navigating down the treacherous cliffs, the rider dropped his bike in front of Zorg. "High Five?!", he yelled as he raise his palm. Zorg was unimpressed. The rider had forgotten to grab some sandwiches on the way back. Zorg powered up his handheld Decombobulator...
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