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Honesty is the best policy.

"Well, um... how should I put this," you say to your boss, "I'm the reporter your looking for." you tell him. "Ha, ha, very funny, seriously now, where is he?" says your boss, looking around as if you were lurking just out of sight ready to laugh at a prank. "No, seriously, this is me, it's not a costume." you say, patting your engorged belly to try and convince him. "Right... so tell me then, what is my wife's name." he says, obviously trying to test you.

"You don't have a wife, you have an ex-wife who left you 3 years ago and took your dog 'Mr. Big' with her, which you complain about in your spare time and cry about in the bathroom when you think it's not occupied." You say.

Your boss looks at you, his mouth hanging open. "What... who... how...?" he asked, flabbergasted as he feels at you, poking and prodding you to feel the very real fur and fat on your body. "It's a long story..." you say, and begin recapping everything that happened to you over the course of your stay at the castle.

"...and after all that, the little bugger left me in this condition." you finish up, sitting down in one of the dining room chairs, where the two of you moved when your legs started getting tired. "Well, it's obvious what we've got to do now." says your boss, a bit of excitement in his eye, "We've got to..."

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