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oblivious to the plot against
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him being instigated by the
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infernal lord of all undead.
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Unfortunately, the doltish prince had
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rode out totally alone, on
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his white destrier, only to
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realize he forgot to bring
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any magic items at all.
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"Vow of Poverty?", he whimpered.
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As he rode down the
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mangy goblins attempting to block
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his path, he wondered how
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monks do that thing where
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they jump so far, as
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he hewed goblins, his sharp
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bronze blade cutting huge swaths
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through the goblin ranks, bits
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of face and spleen flying
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like candy from a pinata.
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They howled and chittered as
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the redoubtable prince effortlessly slaughtered
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the lot of them in
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a berserk danse macabre. When
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his demigodess paramour caught up
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to him, the sight of
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the sliced and diced goblins
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and him, standing alone, covered
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in bile and gore, made her
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eyes mist in bittersweet adoration.
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"My hero!", she breathed. "You
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twinkle in the life wet...
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upon your mail and arms.
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danced like an insane hobo
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drunk on hard liquor and
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now you get your reward.
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" She revealed their clockwork child,
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Ricky-Ticky-Tavi the clicking
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only happens in new models.
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A child to undo Orcus'
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mad quest against all life
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, not to mention that he
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possessed an adorability unsettling to
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the minds of mere mortals.
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Ticky, the clockwork boy blinked
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in confusion at his father
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whose brow had become furled
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by worry as he noticed
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the little hand getting bigger.
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"What is this? I don't
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have any more spaghetti! Golly
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