"I can't believe this! Can you believe this?" Michael fumed, his frustration palpable as he walked alongside the Emerald City guards escorting him to his carriage.
"And that lady! She gives me chills. Her constant repetition is like one of those mechanical machines. I'd rather befriend a maggot than her," he ranted, still flustered as he stepped into the carriage.
"What's our next move, Sir?" one of the guards asked, trying to remain professional.
Michael sighed, rubbing his temples. "Get me to the academy..."
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