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gesture. Pete nodded and the three went off to find Molloy’s sister, Tahnee.

Chapter Five
    Everything seems perfect … uh oh!
    B y the time the evil finally arrived, Syra had already drunk all the orange juice and was sitting at the kitchen table, impatiently drumming his fingers.
    â€˜Well, well, Big Blobby Blob; decided to make an appearance, did you?’
    The blob didn’t reply. It simply slid up to the table and started gorging itself on the maggots. Syra looked away. He thought the entire scene was disgusting, repulsive, horrible. The evil blob, however, seemed to be enjoying what it thought was the tastiest meal in the history of meals. Syra rolled his eyes and rested his chin on his hands. He realised that having a sidekick, although perhaps necessary, wasn’t going to be as easy as he had thought.
    â€˜Are you done, Stinky Face?’ he asked. He had decided not to show the evil any respect, so it would know that he was boss. He had come up with some degrading names to put the blob down, and was prepared to use them at any opportunity. Big Blobby Blob and Stinky Face were his first two. He was building up to the big one. The blob burped in reply to Syra’s question and slid over to sit in front of the couch, looking like a beanbag. Syra thought there might be a good use for this blob after all: if he added a cushion, maybe a nice cover and … no. Wait. He had business to attend to. First, introduce himself and then use the nastiest name he had.
    â€˜My name is Syra Tanooth, Master of Darkness . Welcome to my home. I have grand plans for us to unite and cause death and destruction the world over. Does the thought of this interest you, Big Blobby Blob Stinky Face?’
    Yep. The grand insult Syra Tanooth had come up with, and it did take him a couple of hours, was simply putting the other two names together. Hey. Give him a break, people. He’s a Master of Darkness ; he can’t be good at everything. Anyway, after he said the name, the blob burst into tears. It even shifted into the shape of a teardrop. Syra smiled.
    â€˜Aha! My evil words have made you cry, you sooky baby. Were they too evil for you?’
    â€˜No,’ the blob sobbed. It turned out he had a rather posh English accent. He continued to speak, between the tears. ‘You see, old chap, that name is what my dear mother, Mumsy I call her, that is what she called me when I was a baby. It was her pet name for me.’
    â€˜Big Blobby Blob Stinky Face?’
    â€˜Yes,’ he blubbered. ‘Well, actually, by gum, she would call me her little Blobby Blob Stinky Face Bob.’
    â€˜Really?’
    â€˜Really.’
    â€˜Well, that is just astounding. It is a little different to the name I used, but I must acknowledge your mother’s style and genius. Now, it is time we got to work. Dry those tears, my evil sidekick, there is evil to be done. Would you like a tissue?’
    â€˜No, it’s okay. I can just use one of my blobby folds of skin.’
    â€˜Oh, that is disgusting. Really, it is, and I am not disgusted easily. Oh no, now you’re blowing your nose on yourself. Come on now. Oh, that is quite a glob of green snot. I am impressed and repulsed at the same time. But okay, now you are eating it. Right. Time for me to go and see how my mangrove swamp is doing. Bye for now.’
    And with that Syra hurried out of the room, hoping he wouldn’t have nightmares that night. The blob sniffed a couple more times then settled in to eat the last of the maggots and to watch a little bat-action on the crystal ball.

    Pete and Smithers tethered their horses at a drinking trough, and then walked through Bandragon with Molloy. A few people remembered Pete from his earlier visit, and they waved and called greetings to him; he waved back, glad to be remembered. He wished he could actually live in Bandragon.
    They kept walking and then his heart stopped before his feet