The matter had to be resolved. I agreed to do it the old-fashioned way he suggested, the way they tried witches in the olden days. If I'd sink I'd be found not guilty. If I'd float I'd be found guilty and burnt by the stake. Oh, I knew I'd sink because I don't swim very well. It's the same old story every time I get into water. I never float. I always end up on the floor of the ocean. So I switched into a nice swimsuit and had him TP me in, hoping that he'd leave me alone once and for all once done.
I hadn't expected to swim in a voocane-o. And the horrid man hadn't expected the swimsuit. He quickly scribbled in his notebook. Probably "48. Indecent exposuring".
Horrid man: "u look hot already rofl"
Serval: "thank you"
He scribbled again. "49. Provocativation".
Serval: "is skinny-dipping allowed?"
He scribbled again. "50. Being cheeky".
Serval: "you already have that one... i think it's number nine"
He scribbled again. "51. Besserwissering".
And so it went on. For ages. I never got my swim, because I fell asleep eventually. I think he was somewhere around 85 at that point, and scribbling a long backlog. I don't think he wanted to see me fry. I think he just wanted to see me.
