Tyson dropped the two warriors he was about to tie into a knot and jogged after us. He jumped on the centaur's back. 'Dude!' the centaur groaned, almost buckling under Tyson's weight. 'Do the words "low-carb diet" mean anything to you?

A general never shows despair. He instills confidence in his troops. He leads them forward, even into the mouth of death.

True success requires sacrifice.

I can see the stars again m'lady.

I'd come to respect the bag.

The world will fall, the gods will die, and I will never achieve a perfect score on this stupid machine. -Dionysus

Curled up at the base of the scales, fast asleep, was the oddest monster I'd seen yet. It had the head of crocodile with a lion's mane. The front half of its body was a lion, but the back end was sleek, brown, and fat - a hippo, I decided. The odd bit was, the animal was tiny - I mean, no larger than an average poodle, which I suppose made him a hippodoodle.