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They reached the jailer's office at the entrance to the dungeon. "We are
here to talk to Bob the Barber," Reaibn told the man. Fred and Astra's
eyebrows rose a considerable distance from their usual position.
The 'man' with whom Reaibn was speaking was made out of metal! It was
shining, actually refracting the light of the candelabra that was swinging
over his pointy head, the color, the shine, the optical texture of the
whole made Fred think it was...
"Tin!" cried Fred. "You are made of tin!??!" "Of course I am, I am, I am, of course I am indeed!" said the tin man with a smile. Reaibn gave Fred a queer look, "Is anything wrong with having this tin-man be our Grande Jaileur?" "Uh... no," said Fred all the while thinking, ~~not as long as we can ignore the fact that this 'man' is made out of TIN!!!~~ "R u hear 2 sea Bob?" asked the tin man with a rather odd accent that wasn't there a second ago. "Actually," said Reaibn, "Fred would like to see Bob." "Oh," said the tin-man rather dejectedly. "I was hoping some-1 wood visit Bob, hee has bin so lonely lately." Astra was too wierded out by this whole conversation: "But we ARE here to see Bob!" "WE?" asked the tin-man. "WE? Not you or I or he or them?" "Excuse me?" said Astra. "You're excused," said the tin-man, and with a flick of his metal fingers a POING was heard and a hidden trap-window appeared out of nowhere and sucked in the warrior-princess. "AIGH!" yelled Fred. "EEEEEE!" screamed Reaibn. "OOOOOOOOOO!" grated the tin-man. "Why'd you do that?" yelled Fred. "Where is Astra?" "She said she wanted an excuse... so I sent her to the excuse room, whadya tinkle I'd doo-doo to her?" "This is madness!" cried out Fred, not for the first time this morning. "I'm not mad at you," said Reaibn. "C'mon, she'll be fine, it'll take her a while to find an excuse that fits just right anyway... let's go see Bob."
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