Lloyd Schild was lying down, on a stranger's couch, munching on a Skip sandwich. He was surrounded by 3 other strangers, 2 Winterrians and the Dalaamese former heir to the throne.
"Woah, that's like... Strangers³ or something," he voiced to himself, "Or would it be Strangers x 3? I don't know."
Lloyd sniffled and got up.
He was weak; even weaker than Jeff, somehow. Despite his feebleness and his lack of social skills, he was very intelligent, definitely the smartest child in his native Merrysville. He understood the philisophical impact of The Brothers Karamazov, but couldn't make friends. Well, none other than Ninten and Ana, who respectively acted like his big brother and his mother.
He averted his eyes and took notice of Poo, who was writing something with a quill.
"Uh, hi, mystery man."
Poo remained silent.
"I'm pretty sure that carpet isn't stainproof. I-I think you should be careful with the ink, or something..."
Silence remained.
"okay..."
Tony stormed in and collapsed on the couch, grasping the remote in his hand. He looked overwhelmed by the amount of buttons on it.
"Is this what average Eaglelandian living standards have come to? I'm mildly impressed."
"Huh? What's wrong with it? Haven't you seen a remote control before?"
"Not for television, that's for sure! When we want to function a television, we get up on our feet, walk to it and press the button. All you Eaglelandians are quite lazy, indeed!"
"I guess so, but for vulnerable people - like me and Ninten, for instance - it's pretty useful. I suggest you become weak one day."
"What's that supposed to mean, you Kennebec?!"
"Uh, um, n-nothing, Mr Boney- I mean, Tony! Tony, I meant! Honest!"
Tony grumbled and turned the TV on. It was the news, as usual. He read the headline with deep fascination.
"'SUSPICIOUS' ACTIVITY AT DR ANDONUTS' LAB"
Suddenly, Tony realised.
"JEFF! GET OVER HERE!"
The blond stumbled in, covered in sugar.
"Ach, you gut glutton! You were eating the filthy Eaglelandian sweets?!"
'I swear these foreigners have the strangest insults,' Lloyd thought to himself.
"Sorry Tony, but these 'candies' are delightful!"
"Excuse me... candies?" Tony ranted, "I didn't spend 15 years of my life being a patriotic Winterrian, just for my best friend to call sweets 'candies'. All the glubby Eaglelandian politicians are blabbing about world peace and globalisation... GLOBALISATION MY ARSE! What will we say if we go back home?! 'Ah sorry, my friend's been indoctrinated by the conservative agenda of the Kennebecs'?!"
"Tony, shut up! No need to show your blatant xenophobia! Now, what did you call me here for?"
"Look at the television!"
"It's a bit thinner than the ones we have."
"Not the model, you bilberry! What's playing?"
"The news? Hey, that looks like Dad's- I mean, Dr Andonut's - lab. Why are they reporting on that?"
"I'm not sure. I suspect it has something to do with those traitors that you call friends!"
"Perhaps... But why would they go there? I must check."
"But how? You cannot get there this quick!"
Poo got up and grabbed Jeff's collarbone.
"Not unless I teleport him there."
"Pardon?! Really, Poo?"
"Of course. This is what the Deities will."
"If it's the Deities will, then. I must accept."
"Now, let's get out of here, Jefu!"
"I'll be here watching the news, Jeff. Be careful."
"Pft, I will."
Jeff and Poo went outside and teleported away.
Lloyd looked at his Skip Sandwich for a moment, while Tony focused on the TV.
"Well, that chapter skipped a lot of basic conversational points!"
"Oh my god, shut up."
A/N - Sorry for the short length. I just wanted a chapter released before the end of the month. I hope you fellas understand.
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