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“Yeah, baby, check me out!”
“Check me out!” Echo said.
“Make way for the king!”
“The king!”
“Narcissus is weak!”
“Weak!”
The crowd of nymphs scattered in surprise. Leo shooed them away as if they were bothering him.
“No autographs, girls. I know you want some Leo time, but I’m way too cool. You better just hang
around that ugly dweeb Narcissus. He’s lame!”
“Lame!” Echo said with enthusiasm.
The nymphs muttered angrily.
“What are you talking about?” one demanded.
“You’re lame,” said another.
Leo adjusted his goggles and smiled. He flexed his biceps, though he didn’t have much to flex, and
showed off his HOT STUFF tattoo. He had the nymphs’ attention, if only because they were stunned;
but Narcissus was still fixed on his own reflection.
“You know how ugly Narcissus is?” Leo asked the crowd. “He’s so ugly, when he was born his
mama thought he was a backward centaur—with a horse butt for a face.”
Some of the nymphs gasped. Narcissus frowned, as though he was vaguely aware of a gnat buzzing
around his head.
“You know why his bow has cobwebs?” Leo continued. “He uses it to hunt for dates, but he can’t
find one!”