“What are you going to do now that you are done with the runes?” Mulberry asks.
 
“I have a few oddjobs I have to do.” McClank responds. “Beneath my skills, but something to do.”
 
“May I make a request?” Mulberry asks. “Can I have a key exactly like the one you made for the mayor?”
 
“I see. I can do that.” McClank responds, grabbing some metal.
 
The mare notices he doesn’t seem concerned in the least why she is asking for the key. A shame, she had been concocting stories in her head. Something about the mayor, and the explosion maybe.
 
“So er… How long will it take?”
 
“A few hours perhaps.” McClank says.
 
That would put it complete sometime during the night…
 

 

 

 
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