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// 3. 
// Story: 8-Bit Pony 
// by Dawn Flower 
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“Are you okay?” Fighter asked Black Mage as he picked himself up again.

“For now.” Black Mage answered, getting back to his feet. “Please continue with what you were saying before I quickly come to regret it.”

“Right, so, the multi-dimensional cube…” Fighter continued.

“Yes, the multi-dimensional cube.” Black Mage rubbed his head again as he felt another stupidity-induced migraine coming on. His big, bulgy, yellow eyes then suddenly snapped open in realization. “Wait a minute. Where did you even get that thing anyway?”

“Oh that’s easy. I traded an old man the thousand gold that we got from our last job for it.”

After a moment of complete silence between them, Black Mage spoke up again, in a straight tone of voice. “Are you by any chance referring to the job we took last week?”

“Yes.”

“The job that we took because we literally had no gold at the time and needed the money?”

“Yes.”

“The job that paid exactly one thousand gold?”

“Yes.”

“So now we once again have no money for basic necessities, i.e. food?”

“Yes.”

Black Mage then started brandishing his knives again. “And of course you are fully aware that you answering my questions is the only thing keeping you alive right now?”

“Yes.”

“Good, then please continue before you become all too familiar with stabbity death.”

“Sure thing, best buddy.” Fighter replied innocently.