A Legendary Journey...

Like my sabre?

Feeling a bit put-out, Hercules turned to Agent Scully and offered his steely blade for inspection in lieu of ID or credentials.

Scully had experienced about enough sexual harassment from these mythical bozos and half-gods and prepared to draw her service revolver and bring these dinks into the twentieth century with one, well-aimed shot.

Cheeky centaur

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