“Hoho, time has growing me fond yet fonder of this big guy!”

And he scratched (although I doubt the verb “scratch” was copasetic when it comes to a huge metal machine) Artax’s little ears, while doing a really silly voice, no way beffiting with the chill, wise guy aura he was proud to emanate.

“Who’s the little deadly machine? Who’s the little deadly machine? It’s you! It’s you!”

And Max patted him gently on the head. He wasn’t afraid of his horse anymore.

“This little guy will save us so much time! At his fastest speed just like before, we shall cross the Town and arrive to the Castle’s Doors in about 15 minutes!”

And Meryl the Mole was all proud and confident, always happy to help with their amazing (and pretty rad) inventions.

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