Not a soul stirred. The shuttlecock had hit Marie squarely on the head. You could swear she was steaming from the red bump forming on her forehead. You turned the pages of the book 'How to Control Your Temper,' frantically, hoping for a quick solution. "Are you mocking me?" Marie sputtered, glaring up at you with a mix of fury and disbelief. "What's next, a thumb war? Rock-paper-scissors for the fate of your empire?"
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