suddenly the surface of the water broke and lox emerged gasping for breath ...

... his muscles glinted in the half light and bulged and clenched in ecstatic agony as he grasped for the nearest overhanging vine ...

... The gash across his left cheek looked pretty nasty, but he didn't even know it was there ... It was just a flesh wound ... all in a days work for an action hero of his calibre ...

... He wiped nanobot slime from his armpits - what a strange discovery that human BO was the most effective way to subdue them. And he had thought at first that his attemp to put them in headlocks was the last ditch futile attempt of a desperate soul with no other options available ...

... "well ... that'll teach those varmints to come round here again" ... he thought,

... before collapsing in a heap on the river bank and waiting for the reception committee of mudcat nymphs to transport him back to safety ... there they would tend to him ...

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