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THE ADVENTURES OF MONK-DUDE
Chapter 1: I have a name you know!
Tethys: Child, come here a moment.
Artur: Child...? Are you talking to me?
Tethys: Yes, that's right. Come here for a moment, I won't bite.
Artur: How may I help you, my lady?
Tethys: Would you spin yourself around right there?
Artur: ...What? Spin Around? Like... Like this?
Tethys: Hm... Not bad. Not bad at all. You have a graceful form. And you're
quite beautiful. It'd be a waste to let you stay a simple clergyman.
Artur: Beautiful? Me? Do you really think so?
Tethys: Yes, you have a lovely face. Say... Would you like to dance with me?
I think you have the potential. I could use a partner. When this war ends, I
think it should be you.
Artur: I... don't know about that. Dancing probably isn't my thing.
Tethys: You never know until you try. Anyway, from what I can see, I think
you've got what it takes. Trust me. There's no future in this church
business. Be a dancer.
Artur: I'm afraid I have to disagree. I feel this is my calling, you see.
Er... If that's all you wanted, would you excuse me?
Tethys: Oh, oh. Yes, fine. Only... What's your name, child?
Artur: I'm A-Artur.
Tethys: I'm Tethys. I'm a dancer. Don't forget.
Artur: Hm? T-Tethys?
Tethys: That's right. I'll see you later, child. Think about what I told you
about becoming a dancer, won't you?
Artur: I really don't think it's for me...
Hey! Wait up! Shoot!
Gerik: Having trouble with Tethys, Monk-dude?
Don't worry! Everybody does! –Whistles- Pray that she'll drown in a jar of toxin, anyway, good luck Monk-dude!
Marisa: I've got an idea.
Artur: What is it?
Marisa: Ditch her, Monk-dude.
Artur: Is it easy for you do that, really?
Marisa: I can't do it 'coz I might stick my sword up her ass, why don't you do it, Monk-dude?
Artur: I have a name, you know?
Marisa: I don't care.
Artur: ...Sigh.
Maybe I should talk to someone else about this.
Artur: Joshua?
Joshua: Yeah, Monk-dude?
Artur: Do I look like a child? This frickin crazy woman calls me beautiful, I don't want to become a frickin dancer! And Marisa
wants ME to stick a frickin sword down her frickin ass! Wait, Joshua?
Joshua: ZzZzZzz...Oh! Frickin reclining chair! Well, what did you say again?
Artur: Forget it.
Joshua: Sure, Monk-dude! ZzZzZzz...
Artur:...sigh.
Tune in for the next frickin, I mean, next chapter of...
The Adventures of Monk-dude!
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