"Fascinating. You really did all of that?" Stoor asked.

Harold smugly replied, "Did I do that? Heh, of course I did, and more. But the real question is if I ever got thanked for it. You wanna know the answer? No way. It would never even cross their minds."

"You really go above and beyond then." The giant worm creature named Stoor said with a nod. "Your superiors must be quite short, while you're really top shelf!"

"Huh?" Harold raised an eyebrow at Stoor.

"Get it? Because you're so far out of their reach?" Stoor explained. "Becasue they're short, so they need a ladder or a tall person to help them get to the top shelf product, which is you."

"Nah, that's a miss." Minabous called out. "Hardly even funny if you can even make the leap to understand it."

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Harold's confusion turned to anger as his eyes fell upon the cowgirl. "Wait...you sent me on a wild goods chase young lady, did you really think you could get away with that?"

She looked a little surprised, and then what happened seemed to catch up to her and she let out a deep sigh. "I can't believe his terrible attempt at a joke made me forget I'd even told you about those guys."

"That's right!" He said in a huff. "Those two were just having a completely normal conversation. Nothing at all about destroying my office!"

Harold paused a moment and tapped his chin. "Although, I am having trouble finding my office..."

"What, did it grow legs and walk away?" Stoor joked.

"Yeah, still bad." Minabous sighed.

"What? No. That..that one was good, right?"

"Good? I'm afraid I don't know what you mean." Harold mused as he seemed deep on thought.

The giant worm drooped his head, with the many tendrils from his mouth fell limp.

After a moment, Stoor shook his head, and his tendrils perked back up. "Do you remember what the name of the school you lead is?"

"Of course! It's..." Harold's mouth hung open as he just suddenly stopped talking.

"I...I can't seem to recall." He stammered as worry flooded his face. "It's a prestigious institution...but I can't bring the words to mind."

"Huh? But you're going off on that school all the time." Minabous remarked.

"How could I...it should be obvious. The prestigious...The well respected...the terribly underfunded..." Harold rattled off various leads into the school's name, but stopped each time before the actual name would be said.

"Noooooooooo!"

A loud voice echoed across the area. Stoor and Minabous looked up, while Harold continued to fret more and more about how he had forgotten the very school he worked for.