Petty Squabble [ROUND 3] [Goldhenge]

Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.

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"What in the bloody hell is wrong with ye, Archibald?" Parsley shouted at Six's prone form. "Yer not acting like yer usual stubborn self. Don't let the demon break ye like this!"

Six simply sat there, wordlessly, his single eye staring into Parsley's face. After several minutes without a response, the demon hunter sighed and turn away.

"Enough. We've been wastin' time. Thanks to the demon changin' the illusion so much, I've got no idea if we're even still headed for town. We'll have to find our bearings somehow."

"We have a compass," Tom piped in. "And, uh, the 1997 Rand McNally road atlas and trip planner, too."

"The compass will do ye no good, nor will whatever that other device of yers be. The demon can simply make it show ye the wrong way. Nay, we've got to do this on our own. That means findin' some landmarks. The demon's trickery will still be a problem, but I know a way around that." He turned to Clarice. "Milady, normally I'd say ye'd best stay in this infernal machine for safety. But with these illusions, 'tis best we all stay together. If we're separated, then the demon could disguise one of his minions as the lost one."

He suddenly looked at Six suspiciously.

"Assumin' he hasn't already. It occurs to me now that I've not seen ye since we left Stein's laboratory. That might explain why ye be such a pathetic shell of a man right now."

Suddenly, Six stood up, his chainsaw revving.

"Question 36," he said ominously advancing towards Parsley. "Who are you calling pathetic?"

"Now that's the Archibald I know!" Parsley said with a bit of a laugh.

"Incorrect."