" 'ello 'arry," she said in a fabulously european, half transylvanian half french accent. "You shouldn't have stolen ze amulet. It eez rightfully mine."
Harold didn't move. "I'm not afraid of you. You have no power without this amulet."
"You foolish mortal! You 'ave no idea of my powers. What can you possibly do to me? You are just a tool of Gornibas. Give me ze amulet of Mahalahar and I shall reward you 'andsomely."
The sun set and an ominous voice came from the woods. "I do not think that we shall be doing that anytime soon." Gornibas flew down from a tree. "Why, hello Dangelique. What a pleasure. Harold give me the amulet. What are you doing Harold?"
Harold didn't move. He was staring straight at Dangelique, who had her hands raised to the sky. She started to speak...
"Dr. Langee! Who was he?" Ms. Woodson was both delighted and fearful, hard emotions to convey when one is that level of sub-par acting that she was at.
"He was my roommate at Dartmouth," explained Bob, "He treated me with the experimental hypno-shock-hydrolysis treatment when I was possessed by the ghost of the psychotic mermaid, Marianne, your husband's sister-in-law."
Elizabeth interrupted, "I remember that. That's when I first met you, at the mental hospital. Mummy put me in there for not wearing a dress. But why did you kill him?'
"It's hard to explain, but I had no choice....
(OP: Nate, October 10 2006)
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