Transcription: The road to Athens richly fulfilled the king of treason's grim expectations. One morning, early in his journey, smiling at the bright sun and clear blue sky, Theseus rounded a bend in the road to discover a huge man standing in the road. A club swung jauntily over his shoulder. Greetings, stranger, said the man, staring up at the sky and grinning for all the world like a great idiot child. Oil bet you can't Guess what my club is made of?
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