Hey, I'm no better, Dpsb. I got it from a Rick Riordan book.
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
Border Line
"These are . . . sufficient." Sluggard said.
He did not say "Good job." or "Good work." but he did not shoot them dead. He considered that reward enough. He examined these new assets of his, their minds and wills bent to his. He was sefretly pleased, but had worn an veneer of detached interest. They wre strknger than the last batch of three Titan thugs.
"They will do," Sluggard said, feigning indifference. "For now."
He considred his next move briefly. This was actually a remarkable feat in and of itself, as he usually gave orders off the cuff and never fully considered the repercussions of his actions. But why would he? He's never been punished for any of his transgressions. He was essentially a bratty manchild with power and influence. A volatile ****tail if there ever was one.
"I have a target for them," ol' Dominic Sluggard said, with a smirk of childish glee breaking out on his face despite the detatched impression he was tried to play up.
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And that's how RAF had the seven goliaths pounding on the Code Avalon force field at dinnertime. The RAFians however didn't consider it much of a threat, as they obviously could not get through the force field.
"I got this," GH said, shouldering guitar off and pulling it into playing position, strumming a few chords. Then he sang
"This cover is just seven words long.
This cover is just seven words long.
This cover is just seven words long.
This cover is just seven words long.
Can't think of any new lyrics.
No, I never wrote down the lyrics.
So, I’ll just sing any old lyrics
That come to mind, kids.
You really need words,
A whole bunch of rhyming words.
You gotta write too many words.
To do it, to do it, to do it,
To do it, to do it, to do it right, kid.
This cover is just seven words long.
This cover is just seven words long.
This cover is just seven words long.
This cover is just seven words long.
I know that you’re probably sore,
That I didn’t invent anything more.
I just didn’t get to complete it.
So, I’ll just repeat it.
This cover is just seven words long.
(Seven words long.)
This cover is just seven words long.
(Seven words long.)
Oh, I don’t make a lotta money.
They pay me nothing, honey.
I said, they pay me nothing, honey.
To play this cover.
I gotta fill time.
Three minutes worth of time.
Oh, how will I ever fill so much time?
I’ll throw in a solo,
A solo, a solo,
A solo, a solo here.
This cover is just seven words long.
This cover is just seven words long.
This cover is just seven words long.
This cover is just seven words long.
This cover has got nothing to say.
But I’m posting it anyway!
I know, if I put my mind to it,
I know I could find an adequate rhyme here.
Oh, you gotta have a music,
You need really catchy music!
This cover has plenty of music.
But just seven words, kid.
And so, I’ll type them over,
And over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over again.
Seven words long.
Seven words long.
Seven words long.
Seven words long.
Seven words long.
Seven words long.
This cover is seven words long.
It’s just seven words long!"
"It didn't do anything," Faerie said dryly.
"Made me feel better," GH said, smirking impishly.
"They
were dancing," Genies pointed out.
"You call that dancing?"
"Yes. Yes, I do."