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and a hat. I added a cane
for fun. Then, I made the octopus dance around the room. Tipping
his hat, every few minutes.
    A look of excitement appeared on Darryl’s
face.
    It quickly vanished when a door opened.
Darryl’s friend’s, Sanjit, came inside the room.
    “ Why does this place smell like
burning wood?” He asked. Sanjit was not one for
courtesies.
    “ It’s Henry’s new cologne.” Darryl
said quickly.
    Henry was my new name. I decided I didn’t want
people lording over me, as if I would put them in jail. My decision
to remain anonymous took roughly two seconds. Although it was
closer to negative one.
    “ What’s it called?” asked
Sanjit.
    “ Oh...um…” I struggled to make a
name. Then it hit me. “Magma.”
    “ Hmmm….” Sanjit said, buying my
rubbish answer. “You might want to check the refund
policy.”
    “ Why?” I asked, before I realized
the intention of his words. It was a Sanjit type of joke. “Uh... I
meant...Heh-heh! Hardy-haha. Um...yeah.” I was pathetic at fake
laughter. For not-the-first-time I wished that I had Jake’s amazing
dramatic skills. That would’ve saved me on many occasions. Way too
many occasions!
    “ Was that another attempt at false
dramatic guffawing?” Sanjit asked.
    I was lost. “What’s guffawing?”
    He made a disapproving noise. “It’s a form of
laughter.”
“Oh.”
    There was an uneasy silence for a while after
that. I looked at my shoes, obviously avoiding Sanjit’s intelligent
eyes. Darryl broke the silence.
    “ Sanjit!” He said
enthusiastically. “Why don’t you show Harrison- uh Henry your
theory of the solution to blindness?”
    He fell for it completely.
    I whispered thanks to Darryl as Sanjit
launched into a full description of the job of an eye and how it
could be replaced.
    I quickly regretted my thanks.
    I was lost. But Darryl seemed to be following
along nicely. I wondered if that would be his next invention. Robot
eyes. I imagined dramatic music playing in te
background.
    “So what is your particular opinion on the
topic of my speech?” He asked, in his fancy language. Darryl told
me he only did it when I was around. I failed to feel gratitude
towards him for purposely using very formal English.
    “ Uh…” I said, struggling to find
the right words. “I think you could accomplish it better with
camera eyes.”
    “Huh!” He said shocked, “I didn’t think of
that!”
    “Yeah...well...you know me!” I said. “Full of
surprises! Heh...”
    “ Ah.”
    Darryl watched the whole scene unfold with
great amusement. That was my fancy speech! Take that
Sanjit!
     
    I flew home.
    I had been practicing my flying
secretly.
    When everyone was snoring, I would creep
outside through my window. Then I would fly to Mt.
Baker.
    Mt. Baker used to erupt frequently, but it’s
been dormant for a while so I wasn’t that worried.
    I flew there and began practicing my lava
techniques. At first I doubted I could make lava, because lots of
sources said lava was molten rock.
    But after my first attempt, all those many
weeks ago, I had gone from a feeble little lava golf ball, to a
massive pillar.
    I also discovered that if you left the lava to
cool on a particularly cool night it would become rock. Solid
rock.
    That was why Carly was waiting for me on Mt
Baker tonight just before midnight.
    Yesterday I had told her my theory. I thought
that if we could make a solid enough wall, we could probably make a
great defense.
    Not that there has been any danger at all. And
I had discovered that I didn’t need heat to make fire.
    That was awesome!
    I arrived at Mt. Baker as the sky was changing
from blue to pitch black.
    I found Carly playing with some
snow.
    “ I didn’t know you could do that.”
I said.
    She whipped around immediately. Lashing at me
with an icy whip. I narrowly dodged it and had just regained my
senses, when a wave of water came at me.
    I made a shield of fire around me just in
time. The water sizzled and evaporated. But she