[ Hardison doesn't know the author or the work, but he does visibly recognize the phrase "sword of Damocles." Some sort of cultural osmosis pays off. He's not sure what sort. A sort.
The rest of this story is buck damn wild. Hardison presses his hands together and holds them in front of his mouth, prayer-like, as he listens. He then points them at Malcolm. ]
You slid into the death trap and caught the swords. [ What a vital contribution.
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The rest of this story is buck damn wild. Hardison presses his hands together and holds them in front of his mouth, prayer-like, as he listens. He then points them at Malcolm. ]
You slid into the death trap and caught the swords. [ What a vital contribution.
A sparkling wit. ]
How, how many swords?