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“Great Scott! It’s ... ''Robin Hood''!” mouthed the sell-siders, in awe and wonder.
“Great Scott! It’s ... ''Robin Hood''!” mouthed the sell-siders, in awe and wonder.


But — and this is true of all archetypical mythologies, readers, so don’t be disheartened: the wondrous spell sparkled and crackled in the air, but it did not seem to stop the relentless advance. The poor little sell-side negotiator quailed out there, in front of her ramparts, and monstrous buyside warriors guffawed and swaggered towards her.
But — and this is true of all archetypical mythologies, readers, so don’t be disheartened — as the timid little sell-side negotiator stood, wide-eyed, the wondrous spell sparkled and crackled in the air, but it did not seem to stop the relentless advance. Eventually it faded away to a dispersing vapour. “Oh — oh ''dear''.” The poor little sell-side negotiator quailed, defenceless out there in front of her ramparts, beyond the safety of her city walls, as, from the darkened forest, monstrous buyside warriors swaggered towards her.


“’Tis but a fleshwound,” they roared. You’ll nae stop us with a weedy concoction like ''that''. Now let’s take that harmless wee lockie and put it back taegither, and we shall pretend this did no’ happen aye?”
“Expecto — oh”


And with that, the enormous bearded ogre picked up the damp fragments of the shredded lock-up, and in a show of force altogether more terrifying than anything he could do with a broadsword, waved his great, meaty fingers over it and the paper magically knitted itself together on the palm of his hand. He leveled his great, green eyes to regard the negotiator.
“Trouble us nae with thy amateur hokey pokey!” they roared. You’ll nae stop the men of the mighty hedges with a weedy concoction like ''tha’''. Now let’s take that harmless wee lockie and put it back taegither, and we shall pretend this did no’ happen, aye?”


“Now, my young friend. What was that about no lockup?”
And with that, the enormous bearded ogre scooped up the damp fragments at the negotiator’s feet, and in a demonstration of power altogether more terrifying than anything one could do with a broadsword, he waved his great, meaty fingers over the shreds and they magically knitted themselves back together on the palm of his hand. He leveled his great, green eyes to regard the negotiator.
 
“Now, my young friend. What was ye saying about ye standing for nae lockup?”


But where the sell-sider had been was a curlicue of disturbed dust.
But where the sell-sider had been was a curlicue of disturbed dust.

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