Michael sighed as he heard the news. Even if he didn't go snooping on his own, he would have heard about the emergence of this 'new' Iron Maiden religion purely from the hushed conversations and whispers among the people waiting around in the streets.
He truly couldn't believe that Fudge was able to spread Iron Maiden that fast in just a matter of a single day.
"Fudge…," he called out into his shadow.
Silence.
"Fudge… I will count to three. One…two…—"
Finally, his threats seemed to have worked as Fudge jumped out of his shadow and lovingly dove into his arms.
He dodged, with his hands crossed against his chest.
"What have you been planning?" he asked Fudge, eyeing him suspiciously. "You better not be thinking of doing anything nefarious."
Fudge brought up his blobby hands in innocence. "Master! How could such an innocent slime like me become nefarious?! I'm just a ninja!"
