A Case of Mistake(n) Identity?
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 24593
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Precisely forty-six pieces of the Swingline stapler proved perfectly
innocuous. It was the forty-seventh, which to be precise was not really
part of the stapler at all, but rather the last thirty-two staples left
in the stapler, that proved to be the problem for Stacy, as the group of
staples ricocheted back towards her with unknown momentum. Stacy ducked
to avoid them, and it was at this unfortunate moment that her
unidentified assailiant kicked her legs out from under her. Completely
off balance, Stacy hit her head on the edge of the desk and blacked out
for the second time that day.
Stacy came to with a throbbing pain in her forehead and a burning pain in her shoulders and upper arms. She tried moving them, but she found she could not; they were held in place an arm's length above her shoulders, directly above her head. She tried to crane her head upwards to see what was holding them in place, and noticed that her wrists seemed to be chained together and attached tightly to cold surface behind her. She instinctively looked downward towards her legs, and noticed the floor was further away than she was used to. Had she grown? A little bit, in the right places, but definitely not vertically. Rather, her ankles were chained to the surface behind her so that she was suspended about six inches off the ground. And where were her clothes? Stacy couldn't remember much, but she knew she was supposed to be wearing some kind of clothing.. "Help? Someone, please help?" Stacy asked tentatively. Screaming, she decided, was for when she needed help immediately. Getting down and out of here - wherever here was - would be nice, but she could probably last another thirty or so minutes before things got immediate. To her surprise, someone answered, coming just into view on Stacy's left side. Unfortunately, the grin on his face told Stacy he wouldn't be planning on rescuing her. Neither did his words. "Ah, Mistake, I see you're finally awake." "You must have some mistake! I don't know who this Mistake person is. My name is...(she searched for a little bit, to remember) Stacy!" "That trick is getting old, Mistake. Every time you fall into the clutches of a supervillain, you proudly feign ignorance and amnesia, and then he lets you go, and you wallop him and cart him off to the dungeons. That's how you got your name, you know?" "No, I don't. I honestly don't know what you're talking about." "Oh, please, Mistake. Your act is getting a little pathetic. You can keep at it as long as you like, but I'm not falling for it." "No, seriously. Who are you?" "Now, now, Mistake, you know the power of knowing another's true name. And I'm not going to give you the luxury of such power. I have a name, I do, but for now you can call me Bill Boz." "Where am I?" The mysterious man, Bill Boz, kept the annoying sneer on his face. "Well, you certainly took me at my word, Mistake, but your act can't trick me. You're in the beautiful natural underground sewers of New Amsterdam; if my calculations are correct, we are directly below the borough they call Dragonscave." "What do you want with me?" Stacy felt more empowered, bolder. If she was going to be mistaken for this Mistake person, she might as well adopt her persona. "Well, I'm a mad scientist by trade, and a necromancer by hobby...
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