Sir Time Warrior pulled his sword as his lantern revealed a large white
bear rearing up. TW paused. The bear wasn't moving! It was frozen! Taxidermedists! Chandaliers flared to life. TW found he was in an enormous, rectangular shaped office. Red carpet, oak walls, disgusting and ostentatious knick-knacks in all corners. A desk larger then many carriages stood at one end of the rectangle. Picture windows looked out over two volcanos which belched a steady stream of lava. Then the tall chair at the end of the desk spun around. An old man with a hook nose sat there. "Hello, Sir Time Warrior." the man said. Venom dripped from every word. "I imagine you're here to kill my boss!" "The dragon?" "Yes, of course the dragon you addle-pated nincompoop!" "Well, yes!" "Aha! Just as I thought! Take this, interloper!" The old man stabbed a button. Three feet to the right of TW, a trapdoor fell open. "Consarn it!" said the old man. "I knew my assistant had it moved! Smithers!" A side panel opened. A middle-aged man in a flat-top hair cut ran in. He was wearing nothing but a black loin cloth. "Yes, sir?" he said, bouncing on his heels. "Push this man into the hole!" "Yes, sir!" Smithers approached TW. The knight calmly drew his sword and pointed it at Smither's crotch. "EEEEK!" said Smithers. He spun wildly, ran off and promptly fell down the hole. "I LOVE YOU, SIRRRRRR!" he cried. The trapdoor closed. "Dammit!" cried the old man. He toddled out from behind the desk and approached TW.
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