“Well, kiddo, you handled that quite well,” says Mim. “I couldn’t have done better myself.”’
“Listen, you fancy piece of talking metal. You’re not much help to me. When I need to know something, you won’t talk to me. But when I don’t need help, you won’t shut up. I should just throw you away!” Reaching up, you grab the heavy chain that holds Mim.
“Think of what your father would say if you do that,” screams Mim.
You think for a minute then snatching a small piece of cloth from your pouch, you stuff it in Mim’s mouth.
“Okay, I might have to keep you but I don’t have to listen to you!”
“Moff, glrg,” mumbles Mim.
Pleased with yourself, you continue on your way.
