Part Fifty Eight
On The Way To The Cyclops!
"To the sewers, men!" tried to lead Buster
but nobody would follow because what kind of a leader ignores the
Sneaky Guy anyway? Besides Turf?
"And our...ahem...responsibility to humanity
and stuff," belabored Rocko.
"Yeah. Jerks," pouted Buster as he
realized during his arguing he had followed along while fighting
with them.
"Lol," lolled Harry and Rocko.
"Ha ha ha," lolled Turf more literaturally.
"Too bad, Fabio," condescended Harry to
Buster. Maybe he didn't know Buster's name very well yet and thought
it might be Fabio.
"I'll follow you," insisted Buster as if
he had any power to do otherwise, "but I'm still gonna sing
more about rats than cyclopses. Cyclopsi?"
The group of Fantasyers could see torches lighting
up the entry cavern just inside the mouth of the Cyclops' Cave.
"Anyone need healing? I can do that real
well," bragged Rocko.
"Me!" cried Buster impatiently.
"Nah, I'm good," spokened Harry.
"Cyclops? Anyone?" asked Rocko not getting
a reply from someone who didn't mock The Bad God.
"Me! Oh, me!" lisped Buster as Turf drew
his sword and headed in to the cave.
59. Buster Still Needs Healing,
Part II
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