MP Challenge: (Lack of) Results
She stormed into the GAM ’s long hall, dragging a sack behind her, when the head & shoulders of a person popped out of a hole in the floor.
“What do you want?” it asked, voice saturated with a French accent.
“Can I speak to the person in charge?” she asked, trying not to be impatient.
“No you cannot! Ha!” the person cried tauntingly, retreating into the hole.
“Come on! This is important!”
“What can be so important?” the person’s echoing Frenchified voice called.
“I was going to tell your master that he won by default.”
“Oh!” The person appeared out of his hole again. “Why didn’t you say so?”
“I just did. So here, take this to him.” She flung her sack over her shoulder onto the little person.
“Gah! What is this?!” he cried in disgust.
“It was my dead ferret named Fred, but now he’s your dead ferret named Fred.”
“I’m not dead yet,” a small voice said from the sack.
“Quiet, yes you are!” She sighed. “It was a good idea at the time, but the idea kind of died.”
“No really, I’m fine.”
“Oh shut up.”