The professor looked up as if she had realized she was being watched.“Ah, you must be Mr. Murphy.” Professor Deasun said. “Please, have a seat. ...rank said you had information relevant to my research and some questions.”Matt stopped time and used the loyalty script on the professor. After restarting time, he sat in the chair on the right and said, “I am a Spark and I have encountered some things I have questions about.”“You’re an actual Spark?” she asked. “What are your powers?”“Yes.” Matt. The Sultan repeated "She will marry you".The sound of blaring trumpets suddenly sounded freeing the Sultan from the hypnotizing gaze of the serpent headed staff."What, What" the Sultan exclaimed as he rose from his throne and hurried to a balcony to see what was going on.Jafar followed a dark scowl on his leathery face at being interrupted in his attempt to marry the Princess.The sight that greeted them was impressive. A huge gray elephant was striding down the main street. On its back was a. "Jessica was wearing a very tight and very short mini-skirt. Katy couldn't help but notice that she had the kind of derriere -- not to mention the kind of hippy, sashaying walk -- which men adore. Giggling like two schoolgirls, Katy and Jessica braved the heat, and turned the corner to a small shop tucked between a bank and a restaurant."Oh, you're closed!" Katy blurted out on seeing the sign hanging in the entryway."Don't be silly," Jessica said. "It's my store. Just let me open, and I'll let. Still mortified, I let out a muffled laugh.Thirty minutes later, after Bronco was all dried off, I walked into the tack room to see Marcus in shorts and no shirt looking through some papers on a clipboard. He glanced at me as I came in to see if I was still soaked. Luckily, I had managed to put a shirt on over my suit, but the shirt was wet anyways. I sat down on a bag of shavings next to him and leaned over him to look at the routines he had written down. The tack room was boiling, with no AC.