"Hey, Helena?" Main twiddled his thumbs as they approached the drawbridge. "What should we do once we find the king? Punch first; ask questions later?"

"Or maybe 'ask first, and punch if we don't like the answer'." Helena sighed. "Honestly, Main! We can't just charge headfirst into whatever's coming next. We need to find Buttercup first."

"Smashing stuff is much more fun though," Main complained.

*

The castle's drawbridge was shut. "Open up for the grand Mr. Jenkins!" Helena declared, thumping on the heavy wooden panels.

"We don't open 'till eleven," an annoyed voice groaned. "Come back at a reasonable hour!"

"What time is it?" she inquired.

"Ten forty nine."

Main suddenly felt violently ill. "I'm going to be sick," he gasped, sprinting out of sight, towards the back of the castle. 

"Main, wait up!" Helena shouted.

"Did you say Main?!" the flamingo behind the drawbridge squawked, "This is bad. Very bad indeed. I must alert him immediately... at eleven."

*

Helena raced after Main, who made his way to a convenient bush. 

He groaned. "Why did I drink all that whiskey?"

Helena caught up with the hero, rolling her eyes. "Geez Main! Why couldn't you have drowned your sorrows in apple juice or something?!"

"We have ten minutes or so left, just leave me alone!"

*

Helena sighed, and approached Main. She patted his back awkwardly- a robot couldn't have done the action more robotically. "There... There?"

"You haven't don't this before, have you?" Main asked, wiping his mouth.

"Empathy's really not my thing," she admitted, still hitting his back gently. "Hey, there's a giant statue of Buttercup over there!"

Main looked up, and staggered over. It was life sized. It was almost like she was right there; except she wasn't. He stroked her cold, marble cheek. "I miss you," he groaned, kneeling and hugging the statue.Helena read the plaque.

 "This is where they found her body, neat." 

Main barfed on statue Buttercup's feet. "Sorry," he muttered.