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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was

Not only is the glass half empty, it is also broken... and laced with cyanide.

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging.

Not only is the glass half empty, it is also broken... and laced with cyanide.
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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro. And kielbasa.  Instead,

Not only is the glass half empty, it is also broken... and laced with cyanide.

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like

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Re: Story Three: "Mount Olympus"

Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and

Not only is the glass half empty, it is also broken... and laced with cyanide.

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and smelling faintly of

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Re: Story Three: "Mount Olympus"

Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and smelling faintly of crisp pickled okra.

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Re: Story Three: "Mount Olympus"

Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and smelling faintly of crisp pickled okra.  "Time to die"

Not only is the glass half empty, it is also broken... and laced with cyanide.

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and smelling faintly of crisp pickled okra.  "Time to die!" Adrian's eyes narrowed

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and smelling faintly of crisp pickled okra.  "Time to die!" Adrian's eyes narrowed, his mouth gaped

Not only is the glass half empty, it is also broken... and laced with cyanide.

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and smelling faintly of crisp pickled okra.  "Time to die!" Adrian's eyes narrowed, his mouth gaped, thunder cracked above.

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Re: Story Three: "Mount Olympus"

Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and smelling faintly of crisp pickled okra.  "Time to die!" Adrian's eyes narrowed, his mouth gaped, thunder cracked above. "Whoopsie!" said Thunder

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and smelling faintly of crisp pickled okra.  "Time to die!" Adrian's eyes narrowed, his mouth gaped, thunder cracked above. "Whoopsie!" said Thunder, in embarrassment.  "Now,

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and smelling faintly of crisp pickled okra.  "Time to die!" Adrian's eyes narrowed, his mouth gaped, thunder cracked above. "Whoopsie!" said Thunder, in embarrassment.  "Now, prepare to die!!"

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and smelling faintly of crisp pickled okra.  "Time to die!" Adrian's eyes narrowed, his mouth gaped, thunder cracked above. "Whoopsie!" said Thunder, in embarrassment.  "Now, prepare to die!!"

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Not only is the glass half empty, it is also broken... and laced with cyanide.

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and smelling faintly of crisp pickled okra.  "Time to die!" Adrian's eyes narrowed, his mouth gaped, thunder cracked above. "Whoopsie!" said Thunder, in embarrassment.  "Now, prepare to die!!"

Indigo Montoya was only a boy

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and smelling faintly of crisp pickled okra.  "Time to die!" Adrian's eyes narrowed, his mouth gaped, thunder cracked above. "Whoopsie!" said Thunder, in embarrassment.  "Now, prepare to die!!"

Indigo Montoya was only a boy with a really

Not only is the glass half empty, it is also broken... and laced with cyanide.
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Re: Story Three: "Mount Olympus"

Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and smelling faintly of crisp pickled okra.  "Time to die!" Adrian's eyes narrowed, his mouth gaped, thunder cracked above. "Whoopsie!" said Thunder, in embarrassment.  "Now, prepare to die!!"

Indigo Montoya was only a boy with a really strong sphincter muscle.

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and smelling faintly of crisp pickled okra.  "Time to die!" Adrian's eyes narrowed, his mouth gaped, thunder cracked above. "Whoopsie!" said Thunder, in embarrassment.  "Now, prepare to die!!"

Indigo Montoya was only a boy with a really strong sphincter muscle. Trained in the

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Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and smelling faintly of crisp pickled okra.  "Time to die!" Adrian's eyes narrowed, his mouth gaped, thunder cracked above. "Whoopsie!" said Thunder, in embarrassment.  "Now, prepare to die!!"

Indigo Montoya was only a boy with a really strong sphincter muscle. Trained in the holy arts of

Not only is the glass half empty, it is also broken... and laced with cyanide.
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Re: Story Three: "Mount Olympus"

Stepping over the bloated, decaying mass, he decided to take a bite. He knelt down and tied a babies bib around his thigh...  Olympus kicked the baby habit years ago - succulent, tender babies.... slow roasted over cherry-wood, and dung - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Tasted like shit! Damn good shit! The pterodactyl, however, tasted like shit! Shitake mushrooms baby! Olympus's favorite!

After gobbling it all like a ravenous toothless zombie baby, Olympus ascended the resplendent transcendent ladder. At the top was Adrian Lyne. Why Adrian Lyne was standing at his jacob's ladder, and urinating, seemed like a question but it wasn't. It was obvious.  The Oracle was right. Olympus needed to stop hemorrhaging. He needed velcro.

"Adrian," he began, sounding like Rocky but looking like kielbasa instead, and smelling faintly of crisp pickled okra.  "Time to die!" Adrian's eyes narrowed, his mouth gaped, thunder cracked above. "Whoopsie!" said Thunder, in embarrassment.  "Now, prepare to die!!"

Indigo Montoya was only a boy with a really strong sphincter muscle. Trained in the holy arts of   self masturbatory enlightenment