RIP Jareth. I mean David Bowie. (Post originally appeared in 2009.)
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He’s No Angel
Just when it seemed as if we were about to find out way out of the labyrinth and get Ludo back to his band, the full extent of Jareth’s treachery was revealed. He took the tickets Hoggle had obtained from his former employers at Travelocity and left with a retinue of goblins to become the new lead singer of Ludo’s band, while Ludo, Hoggle, Tucker, and I were imprisoned in the dank depths of the Goblin King’s dungeon. When I became an archeologist, I never thought that I would end up entombed myself …
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The Monster Revealed
Last week, we thought we had completed the quest set before us by Jareth the Goblin King, only to discover that he sought a different red beast that had been haunting the Bog of Eternal Stench. Little did we know that even as our quest seemed on the edge of failure, it was about to take a bizarre twist …
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Mission Accomplished … ?
Having successfully captured the so-called “monster” that had been terrorizing the Bog of Eternal Stench, my gnome guide and I have embarked on our return journey to the Goblin King’s castle, where we will present Tucker to him and let him know that the threat is ended. Then, perhaps, the Goblin King will permit Tucker and I to leave this bizarre realm. I can only hope …
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In The Hall Of The Goblin King
After escaping from the FBI dungeon with the help of my new friend, Hoggle the Gnome, I have found myself in a strange subterranean maze, the likes of which have not been seen since the Minotaur roamed the labyrinth of Knossos. Although I am greatly relieved to be out of captivity, I find myself wondering if I have not traded one prison for another, vaster one, even more difficult to escape.
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Labyrinth
Just as it seemed that I was about to be freed from this dungeon by the high-powered New York attorney, my fast-talking cellmate convinced him that he was Dennis the Vizsla, despite the fact that he is clearly a rabbit while I am clearly a dog. With the success of this ruse, I am relegated to confinement here in this dank, dark prison cell. Or am I?
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