'Fessing up to Fergie

Mrs Fergeson sits back, crosses her leg with you stuck between hthe chubby toes, and listens as you reluctantly tell her everything about your father, Dr Hex, Dr Marmago and the pyrots.

"So you tricked me and lured me here to sell me to the pyrots for your freedom!" she says coldly.

"I'm sorry...I had to chose somebody...I couldn't stand being tickled anymore..."

"I'm dissapointed in you laddie, but you did 'fess up, and you sound genuinely sorry. I guess you can come out from between my toes.". She reaches out for you. "Hold still, this is delicate work.

"THERE SHE IS!" squarks a pyrot, flapping outside the cave "IN HERE!"

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Fergie flees

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