“now, c’mon! we don’t have time to waste. actually, i’m tired of this word. i would like to add the clause “NEVER USING THIS WORD AGAIN FOR ONE THOUSAND OF YEARS” in max’s petition. could you please, dear?”

Max laughed.

“There’s always space for more, haha!”

Mr. Rabbit asked:

“I’m confused, Meryl. What is your problem with Time. I thought you loved your “time shenannigans”, as you called it.”

“urgh, don’t get me started, oldie. just sign the clause and move on!”

And thus Max the Boy, Mr. Rabbit and-

“wait a minute!”

What is it, Meryl?

“are we really going to step into the holy graces’s palace with these stinky, totally UNHOLYFIED clothes??”

“Oh, Graces, you’re right! I was almost forgeting that!”

Me too, Mr. Rabbit, me too.

“c’mon, guys, it is time for…”

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