"Don't touch me, peasant!" Joffrey snapped. Utterly useless... he thought bitterly. He needed someone who at least heard of Westeros, let alone its king. The realm was probably in shambles right now. Stannis Baratheon, the Targaryen girl with the dragons...they were probably all moving in. He had to get back, and fast. He certainly wasn't in the mood to talk about Konowhatsit or rubbish about universes. "Is there anyone who can actually help?" he requested with a scowl. "Because if not, then I would like to leave."
"Thanks!" Mami replied, her smile widening. "Any ideas on where to start looking? I'd say we look for someone such as a mayor, or a police officer, or even a civilian. I'm sure they'd be friendly." With a swirl of yellow ribbons, her magical girl clothes changed back into her school uniform, the outfit she was previously wearing.






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