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"So you're not mad, my lady?" the young squire asked."Mad? God no. You've turned in you're usual fantastic work." I answered looking down at him.
The squire's smile faltered. "Are you making fun of me, my lady?"
"What a thought! Making fun of the boy who singlehandly got every horse in my stable slaughtered trying to get a Holy Grail that turned out to be a craftman's mug. Why would I be making fun of you about THAT!?" I answered my voice dripping with it's usual sarcasm.
He grinned. "I'm so glad my lady. Thank you for your forgiveness." And he bowed himself from the room.
It took me at least a minute to stop staring at the door he had closed behind him. Good God why would anyone like that live in Sarcastica? I sighed. Sarcasm is wasted on the stupid.
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Hehe... random I know.
ok whatever
its all fine i guess