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"What a curious existence," mused Belfaygor, as Snif came to the end of / Swing City's net and soared joyfully into the air. "Well, everybody has / his own idea of comfort, but as for me, I prefer a castle with someone / to serve the soup and bring on the venison. " Snipping off his beard, / the baron gave a homesick sigh and looked glumly at the tiny farms and / villages below.
"A place where a fellow can keep his feet on the ground and his head on / his shoulders suits me," declared Jack in a weary voice. "I've never / lost my head so often as on this trip. Did you see those savages using / it for a ball?"