As Malice walked through Plunderland, a golf cart pulled to a stop in front of her. The driver, pale and nearly bald, leaned out and introduced himself, “I am Don Q. I’ve had my hair done just for you. Would you like to go for a ride in my limousine?” The man beside him began to introduce himself as Don Q’s squire Vanza, but the man in the back jumped onto Vanza’s lap and shouted, “I am Lone Odor, and my limousine is an electric rocket I will design and build just for you.” Malice sat on Don Q’s lap and cried, “Take me to the White Sea Lake of Plunderland!” (Andrew Shields, #111words, 7 February 2025)
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