Or as I like to call the story, Sampson the Terminally Stupid.
D: What's the secret of your strength? How can I make you weak?
S: Bind me with undried bowstrings!
D: (Binds him with undried bowstrings)
S: Haha! I lied!
D: Oh silly me. How can I really make you weak?
S: Okay. You need to tie me with new rope!
D: (Ties him with new rope)
S: Haha! I lied!
D: Oh you. Tell me the truth now. How can I make you weak?
S: Okay. Sorry. You need to weave my hair into the loom.
D: (weaves his hair into the loom)
S: Haha! I lied!
D: Oh I hate you! Come on, please tell me how I can make you weak. Pleeeease?
S: Oh, okay. Cut my hair.
D: (cuts his hair)
S: Oh, cruel betrayal! This is SO unexpected! Aaah, my eyes!
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