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So, this morning I was heading to my car to go to work, I was accosted by brigands.
Out of the wood they came, bearing burning briars. They surrounded me and went through my pockets; I was bereft of several receipts.
So, this morning I was heading to my car to go to work, I was accosted by brigands.
Out of the wood they came, bearing burning briars. They surrounded me and went through my pockets; I was bereft of several receipts.
But I turned upon them! I grabbed a the limb of a mighty tree, still green and new-fallen. I broke their pates and cracked their ribs until one, the leader remained.
Wayne, he was yclept, and known by his now fallen men as Wayne the Strong.
Wayne, he was yclept, and known by his now fallen men as Wayne the Strong.
I traded words with him. "Now Wayne," says I. "Is it true you enjoy smooth jazz and the company of waifish men?"
"Oog!" he shouted. "Wayne not like these things! Wayne like crunk and hard core and ghetto bootay."
"Oog!" he shouted. "Wayne not like these things! Wayne like crunk and hard core and ghetto bootay."
We circled each other.
His singing sword he swung through the air toward me. I pivoted out of the way but with a light parry sent the blade aside and whirled back up on him with a mighty blow upon his crown.
His singing sword he swung through the air toward me. I pivoted out of the way but with a light parry sent the blade aside and whirled back up on him with a mighty blow upon his crown.
He swung madly with his sword and he cut my brow, but I beat him back with my green-tree bough.
Thus I bested him.
Thus I bested him.
Alternatively, I slipped on a rain-soaked rock and tried to avoid wet leaves above me with arthritic knees and smacked my face into the blade of the car door and got 9 stitches.
Whatever you choose to believe.
Whatever you choose to believe.
