Back in the sterile silence of Sustenance Distribution Center 7, the rest of the team was facing a crisis of their own. The golem had vanished into a back room, leaving them alone to stare at the spot where it had been, trapped in a new layer of infuriating logic.
It was Sir Crumplebuns who shattered the stunned silence. "A NEW QUEST!" he declared. "THE QUEST FOR FORM B-42! WE SHALL ASCEND THE SEVEN TOWERS AND RETRIEVE THE SACRED PARCHMENT!"
Gilda's eye began to twitch. Her hand tightened on the handle of her axe. She was seriously considering if it was possible to solve a bylaw problem with a well-aimed swing.
"One cannot fight a bylaw, my friend," Zazu murmured, placing a gentle hand on her arm before she could act.
"He's right," Pip whispered, a new terror dawning in his eyes. "You can't fight it. But what if the form is a trap, too?"
