\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I do take your meaning, and I am extremely flattered, but at the moment I fear that we must all bend our attention to the problem of the mercenaries!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d you exclaim! <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153O, how wise,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Byron observes. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And I do believe I can be of material assistance! For you see, not only am I able to shelve titles alphabetically by last name of author quickly and efficiently, I can also move objects with my mind through the power of telekinesis!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
He demonstrates this power at once, by summoning a zathwop bladearm from another room for Caroline\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s use, at her request. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153And do you require a weapon, brave Princess?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Byron wonders. <\/p>\n
Quickly, you demonstrate the pose of the Pouncing Guppy! \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I am well-trained in the ancient Riadorfan art of Boot Sway,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d you explain. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And require no weapon other than my finely-honed body!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
And with that, you lead your companions out into the corridors, to do battle with the mercenaries, who have obligingly arrived just at the moment when you are best prepared to engage them! <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153May perfidy always be rewarded thus!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Caroline calls, felling opponents with her zathwop bladearm. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I sense that you have not paid the late fees owing on that holo-book you checked out in ninth grade and never returned!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Byron utters, astonished, just before imploding the head of the man whose mind he was just reading in a burst of librarianly rage!<\/p>\n
But it is you who are the true victor on the field of battle, dispatching fully half of your enemies single-handed through the calculated use of a series of Vicious Gnat Kicks! <\/p>\n
As you stand panting in the aftermath of the battle, mercenary blood liberally smearing your space-pyjamas, you are surprised to see first Caroline and then Byron drop to their knees amidst the carnage. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153O, Xanastasia!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Caroline cries. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Marry me!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Marry me<\/i>!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Byron begs.<\/p>\n
After a startled pause, the two look at one another searchingly, and then cry out with one voice, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153or marry both of us!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
Well! Three proposals to consider! Which marriage will you choose? <\/p>\n
1) Caroline is a woman of great passion, and she looks fantastic in a silver bodysuit. You will marry her!<\/a> <\/p>\n 2) Byron is well-read, and can move things with his mind! He would make an ideal husband, for certain.<\/a> <\/p>\n