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"I am Fartray the third son of the Aqua family," he said, and he made each word a little step up a set of stairs he expected everyone to notice. "One of the Ten Count Houses. Second Circle at eighteen. One step from Third. I am a genius mage. And you… You are a slave spirit. You are a trick. You are beneath my boot. You will beg and you will be cleaned off the ground."
Fizz stared at him, then covered his mouth with his paws to stop his laugh. But he couldn't hold it in, and finally he giggled. "Your name is Fart," he said, bright as bells. "Did you come out of a butt hole?"
A small ripple ran through nearby people like wind through short grass. A few tried to cough to hide their laugh. One noble person did not hide it. He snorted and then covered his own mouth fast. His friend, another noble, stepped on his foot. He did not mind.
Fartray's ears went red. Fizz pressed on, because mercy is not in his first pocket. He is a master of roasting.
