"YOU MUST PROVE YOURSELF WORTHY OF THE MISTRESS," Heterodyne Castle informed Gil and Tarvek.
"Behold!" Gil declared next morning, as his All-Matutinal-Breakfast-Preparing-Magnificent-Domitor stalked into Agatha's bedroom, shattering the doorway in the process. Its huge wheels rotated. Its brazen joints glittered. It proffered a tray with fresh toast, newly-churned butter, and 1,534 different types of jam and marmalade.
"Hah!" Tarvek sneered. "Mine's better!"
"Impossible!" Gil retorted. "Where is it?"
Tarvek pointed out into the courtyard, where a new fountain spouted skyward, juggled plates, did an jaunty little dance, and sold amusing French postcards to bystanders. "Mine . . . does the washing up afterwards."
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