Part Sixty Two
Rock Around The Block
"Oh! Big stone block. You're nothing but a
rock, rock, rock. Hope the writing gives some directions. Cuz this
Hero ain't winning no elections!" sang Buster insipidly.
"Ewwww! Tell me all their weaknesses!"
"Tell the Cyclops about the contract on his
head," said Harry hoping the voice would do him this one favor.
Maybe the voice didn't even know the Cyclops?
"Show yourself and be done with the tough
thinking part!" heroically demanded Turf.
"That will get him," Harry nodded Nelsonly.
Harry and Dade noticed the writing on the block was incomprehensible
to them and doesn't have its own font so you'll just have to imagine
how mysterious and unbreakably cool it was.
"Perdy stone," admired Dade either
sneakily or greedily.
Rocko prayed to The Bad God and then looked upon the
stone. "Dammit," he said incomprehensibly.
"I have 6D6 Smarts. I think I can read
it," bragged Harry. But he couldn't read it and his inability
to read it made him hate himself. "Fag," he said.
"Nice try," said Turf about whatever they
were doing that he had no clue about because he was so stupid.
"Come deeper into the dungeon and maybe you'll
find the thing, er, the exit!" boomed the voice gongingly.
"Oh big booming voice. You are giving us no
choice--but to kill you! Get him, Turf," sang Buster lousily.
"Ha! I heard that!" shouted Turf even
though nobody doubted he could hear a voice that was screaming and
echoing through the caves. "There's something more than an exit
to this trap!"
"Like I said, perdy stone," re-admired
63. Looking For Mr. Cyclops
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