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Nabiki followed the ninja out, and waited impatiently as he carefully closed the door. He led her down the hallway towards the front of the mansion, and then opened a door into a small lounge. The telephone sat on a side table, and Nabiki brushed past the ninja to snatch up the handset.
Sasuke knocked her to the floor just before the jet of pineapple juice spurted from the earpiece.
“Wha…” Nabiki rolled over, shoving the ninja aside, and noticed the chunky yellowish fluid flowing down the antique furniture. “What is that?”
“The Master has returned home,” said Sasuke, as though that explained everything. He rose to his knees and peered under the tabletop. “Although I was expecting shaving cream. I noticed the handset wire ran behind the table edge…” He pulled the table away from the wall, and fumbled behind it, soon pulling a drawer out from the side away from the door. There, he found the real handset, which he handed to Nabiki.
“Kuno booby-trapped the telephone?” asked the girl, realising even as she spoke that her Ice-Queen mask was slipping and that such an action was totally uncharacteristic of her classmate.
“Oh, no. The Young Master wouldn’t do something like that,” assured Sasuke. “But it was quite routine when his father lived here.”
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