Never backpedal. You'll look weak to those before you, clumsy to those behind you, and there, right in The Zone, that's The Hot Spot.
Some call it The Hot Drop. Aussies, mostly. I heard there's a kind of boiling rain that can fall from the sky in Austrailia, that can turn a man's bones to ash. Here: *shoves box at you* Take this with you. It's dangerous to go alone. Take a friend. Cheer up? Fuck that, lasso up, he's just being a little btich baby buster butter browning boomer. What's his name? Boris. Boris? BORIS. YAH. YEAH. FUCK THAT G-Y.
NEW PLAN. TAKE THAT BOX. OPEN IT AND YOU HAD BETTER FIND A TUTU. WELL? DID YOU? [Are you... still a Jedi, Maas-ster?} LOOK INTO MY EYE, AND TELL ME TRUE, THE NAME OF THAT GARMENT IN THAT BOX THAT I HANDED TO YOU THAT I TOLD YOU TO OPEN AND TO BETTER TELL ME WHAT YOU FOUND. TELL ME! WHAT? [Well, according to these labels... Whitney Houstin's Left Earlobe, Sam Peckinpah's Third Left Toe, and an Ai-Ai] OH. OH. OH! EXCUSE ME. THIS IS HIGHLY IRREGULAR. EXCUSE ME. *NOTES ARE SHUFFLED* OKAY, WE ARE-- *NOTES CONTINUE TO SHUFFLE* LISTEN, PLEASE-- *NOTES BEGIN TO CHA-CHA* NOW, PLEASE, PAY HEED--- *ZEUSbolt*
Hi. Yeah, this is strange. I haven't been Zeus for ages. It's brand-fab. Best part, surprisingly not the lightning bolts... but all the Minotaur fucking & chasing, chasing & fucking... oh, that takes me back... *BALL LIGHTNING SPRINGS FROM THE GROUND AND BEGINS TO RANDOMLY CHASE THE DOMESTIC HELP. THEY HAVE NO NATURAL DEFENSE TO THESE ATTACKS. MOST RETREAT TO A PRIVATE PLACE OF TOTESEXISTENTIAL AGONY. *a-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo--WAIL* Just listen to that. That's tribulation. The true Terror. *sad guitar zing in background* did you hear that? "What?"--SHUT UP! LISTEN! It's getting louder! What? I... can... say no more, Faith No Ore. *Oh, that's my Symbian."
