Main gasped. "Nem!" he shouted, shaking the body. "Nemesis! Who was Buttercup killed by?! WHO?"

"H-he attacked us," Bevan whimpered. "So I...attacked."

"Bevan, you imbecile!" Main leapt to his feet. "We were so close! What if it wasn't Greg?! I almost learned the real person I need to take revenge on!"

Bevan didn't meet his gaze. "I'm sorry." 

"Shut up!" Main groaned. "You can't just kill someone before they reveal important-to-the-plot-information! What has the world come to? I can't even kill my own nemesis anymore! This is madness!"

"Madness?" Bevan's eye twitched.

"Bevan, don't you dare-- I'm begging you, that reference is overused."

"This...is...SPARTA!"

"DANG IT, BEVAN!"  

*

"Mmmph," Bevan complained.

Main sighed. "I'm not taking that duct tape off your face until you stop making such obvious references."

Bevan shrugged, and nodded half-heartedly

After the battle, they had followed the path of a stream, and eventually stopped on its banks to fish for dinner. In the distance, Main could just make out the hard silhouette of the Troll king's castle.  

*

"I want to believe that Greg's innocent," Main muttered, smoking the red fish they had caught on their campfire. "Do you think he'd listen if we asked him who killed Buttercup? He'd remember me, right?"

Bevan shrugged, pulling the tape from his mouth. "Well, he is a troll; they have notoriously bad memories. He'd tease you for a while first, or dance around the question. If he didn't devour you whole, he'd probably correct your grammar."

"Bit mai grammer is such perfect!" Main interweb-ed.

"Main, I would never do any of that stuff to you, but I'm just saying. That's what trolls do. You might even get Rickrolled. Maybe we shouldn't confront him."  

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