sound like much, but that whistle is capable of stopping the most determined of interlopers
from getting very far beyond the Sacred Rope....So I tell Mr. Whistle, Listen buddy, I'm an
American! And I paid good money to get in here! ...(Not really, but I should have)....So now,
having had no intercourse of any sort with an Oracle, Delphic or otherwise, I find myself
being whisked off to Thermopylae by my captor "Spiro", in his "Sacred Mercedes" ...Maybe
I'll have better luck there...
• Jim: Spiro is playing it very close to the vest. I am not surprised. Thermopylae is where you can
expect him to make his move. Use Routine 68-D.
• Gary Johnson: I'm not sure about 68-D, Jim. That might involve too many explosives....
• Atheria: I'll be your oracle... for a reasonable fee.
• Gary Johnson: Thanks, but I think Oracles tend to be a bit on the fickle side...
• Mell: The Oracle was in Simi for the debate!
• Gary Johnson: That's no excuse... Like I said, I paid good money!
• Gary Johnson: [Later] BTW, our captor's name is actually "Spyros". He gave me his card when
he finally set us free (and simultaneously set an extraordinary amount of my cash free). We are now
in Crete...free of both...
X. Day Twelve…Resurrection!
(Wherein our correspondent, after a short absence, greets anew his faithful and
concerned readers, attempts to alleviate fears as to his continued existence, and makes
a startling revelation touching upon
his current whereabouts)
Gary Johnson at Heraklion Port September 19 at 12:18pm ·
To those of you who might have been wondering...No, I am not dead. I am in Crete.
• Mary: Well, if you were dead, that's a great place to do it.
• Gary Johnson Tomorrow... Knossos!
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