Enter Boris...
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 20589
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"They've just been immobilized, don't worry!" Priceless assures The
Seeker. "It's a simple safety precaution! I would hate to see the outcome
if one of these fine, hotheaded youths drew their weapons and advanced on
me with Bobo standing between us..." His voice was cut off as suddenly
the sound of hoof beats rang in the air as if from a distance. The Doctor
looked at the Seeker. The Seeker looked at his frozen companions. Bobo
looked confused (as confused as a toaster-headed gorilla could look, that
is).
"The ball is in your court, as they say," said Doctor Priceless. "The fate of this moment and all moments connected therefrom..." murmured the Seeker. Even before they could make any decision the sound of hooves ceased. In fact, all that remained was the sound of silence. Then, with a resounding loudness, made even more shocking by the previous few seconds of utter silence, a man walked out from behind a tree and said, "Hullo!" Dr. Priceless groaned, "Not you..." The Seeker held his breath, he had never seen this particular man before. He wore a brown suit similar to those worn in 19th century England. His hands were covered in black gloves, and he wore a top hat. His face was impressive to behold, his features seemed weathered as if out of solid stone or etched from a piece of leather. He was not a handsome man, but there was a presence to him, a strength and vigor that the Seeker could not ignore. "Ahem," coughed the newcomer. The Seeker held a blank face, not understanding the awkwardness between the two men. Doctor Priceless seemed less than pleased. Bobo scratched at an itch to one side of his left thigh. "Oh, alright," said the Doctor. "Seeker, this is Sir Boris Karloffinhagen; Boris, this is the Seeker." "Well now, old chap!" said Sir Karloffinhagen. "That's no way to introduce an old friend. Dear Seeker," continued Sir Karloffinhagen. "My name is Sir Boris Karloffinhagen und Frankenblapfhph, Vizier of Morteval, Master of the House at the End of the World." There was a pause as the Seeker soaked that in. "Nice to meet you," concluded Sir Boris. "We don't have time for this, Boris!" grumbled Dr. Vincent. "Never any time, never any time," mimicked Sir Boris. "That is your bloody mantra these days. Of course there isn't any time! It's all bloody relative according to the quasiquasar model of Einsteinian physics." "Don't you go shooting your mouth off at the hilt, you addlebrained, melodramatic mediocre manic monster of a philosopher!" "Melodramatic! I say! Dear chap, do you know what it takes to be a Master?!? The constant studying, the necessary concentration and energy consumption, the correspondances and mailings and plain old sweat!" "See!?!" said Dr. Priceless. "That's what I mean... it's always about you!" "Uh, guys... guys?" interrupted the Seeker. "WHAT IS IT?!?" They both said angrily. "Well, I've got, uh, two frozen friends here, and I still have no clue what the devil you two are talking about or why you are here." "OH," they both sighed. "Let me get my picnic basket from my horse behind that tree," said Sir Boris, "and I'll let Vincent here tell you the story..."
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