Examination Time
Duke and Michel were in separate, grimy cells. Michel sat against a wall. How many times was this now that he had been locked up in a cell? He was being pushed around and he hated that. Nobody pushed him around, except the Master and King Tingaling it seemed. Those guys really sucked, and he couldn’t wait to get out of here and never see either of those two egomaniacs again. Anyway, was it really necessary to lock them up? Couldn’t they just keep them in a comfy room or something with a games console? This was all so lame. Still, at least this time they weren’t going to be beheaded. Maybe.
Why was Duke scratching so much? It was a little odd, as he’d rarely seen Duke scratch and he was incredibly clean, as he kept reminding Michel. Maybe he had given him something; he ha
