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Hercules went into the bathroom, turning on the tap to fill up the bath tub. He let the water flow as he walked back into his bedroom, turning his attention to the painting above his bed. "Oh,that." Hercules said blushing. Hercules wasn't much of a narcissist, but they way the painting depicted his bulging biceps, toned abs and, well, large endowment was perfect.
"A women by the name of Arachne. She was a great weaver and painter." Hercules answered. He heard the bath tub fill up to a suitable level and rushed into the bathroom to turn it off. "Hey, the water's ready. Hop on in and I'll you can try out the soap." Hercules yelled.
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