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"Mayor May Not" by opossumman
In their small apartment in the heart of Moltara City, Jacob and Stealth sat at their table reading the Neopian Times. All the while, H.O.O.T., Jacob's Albot, served them toast.
"Thanks again, little friend," said Jacob, a Christmas-colored Kacheek clad in brass goggles. He rubbed said goggles against his shirt to reduce the fogginess. He then returned to the paper.
"Anything good?" asked Stealth, the brown Grundo currently meandering about the comic section and giggling to himself.
"Yes, actually. Did you read the piece on page four debating the ethics and after-effects of Darigan and Skarl's first war? It offered a fascinating perspective." Jacob lifted his eyes from the page to see Stealth fashioning a tricorne hat out of his paper. "...I'll take that as a no."
"You got me," Stealth said as he adjusted his tricorne. "It definitely sounds neat though."
"A lot of times we as a society are inclined to just accept things as they appear, and to never question the norm," mused Jacob. "While some may go overboard with it and raise outlandish conspiracy theories, a healthy amount of skepticism could never hurt. Why, just think of some unanswered questions plaguing Neopia. Where did Sloth come from? What really went on during the War for the Obelisk?"
"Yeah, and what's the name of our Mayor?" added Stealth.
"...Excuse me?"
Stealth sipped his coffee. "Think about it. Have you ever heard his full name be said at all?"
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