“Well I'm
not going out through there.” She tells her companions.
“M'lady,
there is no other way,” they reply. “Can you not make yourself
smaller?”
“Not
without a few months and regular trips to Weight Watchers,” she
quips. “Even then there's no guarantees.”
“We are
sorry,” they reply, “We do not understand. How can you make
trips to these weight watchers' place if you cannot leave through our
door?”
“I was
being flippant, ignore me” she tells them. “Why can't we use
that door?” She indicates the bedroom door.
“M'lady,
we fear that would be very unwise. Considering the ire of the Lord
Of Doors, we cannot know what terrors were left to guard your
prison.”
