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Author: * Heraklia Aelius -
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Date: Mar 11, 2006 - 23:50
Watching Laurels crawl off (alive, but just!) after battling the Hydra, I immediately watch as all those heads morph right back into full-action armor. Can't kill it, yes?
Hmmmm. *casually polishes fingernails in deep thought*
Effortlessly, I reach in my demi backback for a coil of rope and attach my own secret weapon - a dentist's drill - to it. Severe halitosis is logically a result of centuries-old major periodontal disease. Yodeling "yippeeekaiyaiYA", I managed a neat lasso around Head One of our dear pard. Dentist drilling on those AWFUL teeth - ack! Head after head falls to the drill. Even the immortal head flees from dental implements! When the hydra, toothless, slinks off in misery (I know JUST how it feels!), I pull in the lasso, detach the drill, and put the Mercury Sandals into "drive" again..
Ahhh . . . now, what's up next? I think I'll have a Sapphire Martini with olives *waves wand*
This marathon stuff ain't bad!
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