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A FLEA settled upon the bare foot of a Wrestler and bit him, causing the man to call loudly upon Hercules for help.
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| Why, you look good enough to eat! CHOMP! | |
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| Ow! Dammit! Dear sweet Hercules, that smarts! | |
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When the Flea a second time hopped upon his foot, he groaned and said, "O Hercules! if you will not help me against a Flea, how can I hope for your assistance against greater antagonists?"
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| My, this is one tasty rube! CHOMP! | |
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| O Hercules! if you will not help me against a Flea, how can I hope for your assistance against greater antagonists? | |
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And that's it. We're done. Go home, now.
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| Pretty much done in two panels, dude. Wanna go grab a beer? | |
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