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tJfaJ: Chapter 25Two hours later found me sitting in one of the fifty thousand zillion rooms in the Castle I had no idea even existed before this particular moment in time. Today's room of such sorts happened to be a kind of gym, where I had found O'Chunks lifting massive weights. I had apologized for interrupting him, but he seemed glad enough for the company, and allowed me to sit on one of the benches and swing my legs and chat with him as he continued working out.
"I guess you're getting ready to face the heroes again?" I asked, titling my head to one side.
"AyeI won't let some puny 'eroes best me again!" O'Chunks cried determinedly. "Tha next time we meet, I'll show 'em who dey're really messin' with! Dat no-good Maria and his friends made a 'uge mistake messin' with me Blecky boy!"
I blinked at him, only continuing to swing my legs back and forth. I could hear Miinyx groaning in agonyshe had apparently forgotten what a chore it was to hold conversation with O'Chunks. "I think h
tJfaJ: Chapter 24When I woke up, it was the middle of the night. Somehow, we had slept through the entire afternoon. I was still in Dimentio's room, the jester sleeping soundly beside me. I noticed one of his arms hung limply around my waist, and I couldn't help smiling at it.
I turned over and snuggled a little closer to Dimentio while he slept. I blinked in surprise, realizing he didn't smile when he was asleep. I'd seen him frown once or twice, but I was under the impression he couldn't help but smile. Still, he did look peaceful. He really must have been exhaustedI'd never seen him quite like this.
I felt sorry for him, so I let him continue sleeping while I looked around the room. Everything was darkit was the middle of the night, after allbut the objects themselves were very dark in color. He didn't seem to have strayed much from the room's original designall black with white trim. Every now and again, there would be a flash of color. Occasionally, an article of his clothi
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