Gratitude is dead, and
the TV killed it. You'll just have to go and amaze Fjornok with some
wizardry of your own: the wizardry of politeness. The problem is that
you'll have to find that loud, jittery sorcerer first. Given your
knowledge of magical whirlpools, you deduce that Fjornok must be
somewhere nearby, as he surely must have been right behind you in the
toilet.
Your search lasts you
quite a while. It probably would have taken less time if you hadn't
stopped for a break at Cinnabon's, but regardless, you eventually find
the wayward wizard. He's currently hanging out in the Admiral's Club,
making time with a couple of flight attendants. You head on over to join
in, but you're accosted by a security guard, who demands to know if you
have a membership in the Admiral's Club. Fortunately, he drew in a
mouthful of your toilet-y stench before he yelled at you, and is now
gagging.
Fjornok is laying his best moves on the ladies, and with killer pickup
lines like, "want to touch my wand?" and, "how about letting me
Slytherin to your Gryffindor?" there's no way he's leaving the airport
alone. You call out, "hey Fjornok," but the wizard ignores you. You try
again, and this time, he frowns and tries to shoo you away. Perhaps you
ought to just let him work his magic, if you know what I mean.
No, it's very important to thank people who help you out, even if they
chose to help you by shoving your face into a toilet. What are friends
for? You step between him and the ladies and introduce yourself. You
then go on to regale the flight attendants with the story of how this
crazy-looking wizard saved you from an unscheduled beach landing with
magic. "You smell like a toilet," one of them complains. "Why yes," you
say, "but you're getting ahead of me." The two of them grimace in the
continued presence of your powerful odor, and depart without so much as
a phone number. Wonder what's bugging them? Oh well, now you have ample
time to fully convey your thankfulness to Fjornok for saving you from
that plane crash.
He doesn't look like he's in the right mood to receive thanks, however.
No, this looks more like a "pissed off beyond reason" mood. You try to
placate the angry mage, but he roars at you:
"CURSE YOU, SMELLY!
I WAS THIS CLOSE TO COMPLETING THE SPELL (if you know what I mean), AND
YOU JUST HAD TO COME OVER AND WAVE YOUR TOILET FUNK ALL OVER THE
PLACE!!!"
How rude. You explain to him that it's his fault that you smell the way
you do, and that you were just trying to thank him for helping you out
earlier. Well, he's having none of that:
"MAYBE THIS WILL LEARN YE NOT TO MESS WITH A WIZARD WHILE HE'S
WORKING!!!"
He sets into that same strange rhythm he did back on the plane, only
this time, he produces only one card for you. Curiosity gets the better
of you, and you examine it:
Hmm, that's odd. Also,
it seems that Fjornok is much taller than he used to be. You try to ask
him about that, but all that comes out of your mouth is, "gaagaa boba
feeefaa noou." Aw, shoot. Matters take a turn for the worse when the
security guard from earlier returns to escort you from the building. As
it turns out, he's a very superstitious island native, and you now bear
a striking resemblance to the evil Fu'Berri, god of unearthly delights.
The guard takes the opportunity to rid the world of your evil influence,
and stomps, hacks, and burns your evil remains.
