"I'm Mike Stamford, your old Bart's buddy!" He said, not afraid in the least. He could of course tell that Merlin was working on a spell, but he knew he could counter if, if he couldn't explain fast enough.
"I can assure you that I am not wearing anyone's skin but my own." Well, it wasn't a total lie. He had been Mike Stamford for many, many years now, he wasn't imitating anyone, but he wasn't showing his TRUE skin, either.
"You know, I could ask the same of you, Merlin the Magician." He said, still as Mike, though the accent was dropping slightly.
"Ic i becnāwe hwa unc fristmearc." He said, in old English.
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"I'm Mike Stamford, your old Bart's buddy!" He said, not afraid in the least. He could of course tell that Merlin was working on a spell, but he knew he could counter if, if he couldn't explain fast enough.
"I can assure you that I am not wearing anyone's skin but my own." Well, it wasn't a total lie. He had been Mike Stamford for many, many years now, he wasn't imitating anyone, but he wasn't showing his TRUE skin, either.
"You know, I could ask the same of you, Merlin the Magician." He said, still as Mike, though the accent was dropping slightly.
"Ic i becnāwe hwa unc fristmearc." He said, in old English. <I know who you are.>
He made sure the entire time that he smiled, and showed that he was no threat, as he spoke, he continued to sip on his latte.
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"I can assure you that I am not wearing anyone's skin but my own." Well, it wasn't a total lie. He had been Mike Stamford for many, many years now, he wasn't imitating anyone, but he wasn't showing his TRUE skin, either.
"You know, I could ask the same of you, Merlin the Magician." He said, still as Mike, though the accent was dropping slightly.
"Ic i becnāwe hwa unc fristmearc." He said, in old English.
"I can assure you that I am not wearing anyone's skin but my own." Well, it wasn't a total lie. He had been Mike Stamford for many, many years now, he wasn't imitating anyone, but he wasn't showing his TRUE skin, either.
"You know, I could ask the same of you, Merlin the Magician." He said, still as Mike, though the accent was dropping slightly.
"Ic i becnāwe hwa unc fristmearc." He said, in old English. <I know who you are.>
He made sure the entire time that he smiled, and showed that he was no threat, as he spoke, he continued to sip on his latte.