What? He is a stupid ****. He’d just crushed the apple. At first, I was pissed, but then I realized that this could be a good thing. Since the real Apple of Discord probably wouldn’t be crushed simply by Necro’s fat ass falling on it, I figured the real Apple was one of the two outside the ring.

I jumped over Necropus and ran to the other side of the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, to the outside. I picked up the two apples and held one in each hand before me.

My plan was to smash them together. Two of the apples had been destroyed already and I figured one of two things would happen – either both apples would be destroyed; or the real one would survive and I’d know to throw that into the EC meeting.

As usual, the big gay had to go and gay things up. He grabbed me from behind, through the ropes, and jerked me backwards, causing me to drop one of the apples.

“Let go of my hair, ****!” I shouted at him. “You can give me a makeover later!”

You didn’t really say that.

Shut the **** up, I’m telling this part.

Anyway, I did say that, and a whole bunch of other witty things. I threw back my elbow and hit Necro in the face. He started crying again since I’d hit his pretty face. I went to pick up the apples but to my horror and amazement, I could only find one.

Being a super genius, I realized the apple I’d lost wouldn’t matter if I was already holding the Golden Apple. I held it to my mouth, opened it, and took a bite.

Nothing happened. Well, something happened – I spit it out ‘cause it tasted like awful ass, but it wasn’t the apple I needed. I threw it into the audience and bent to search under the ring.

Of course, Necro saw me down on my knees, and immediately jumped the ropes hoping to get a little lovin’. I had planned to go down on all fours to search under the apron but that could be a very dangerous idea with Necro around. Instead, I decided to take him out before he got any ideas.

“Prototype grabs Necro’s ankle and jerks it out from under him!” Fats cried out.

“PROTOTYPE SHOULD BE CAREFUL!” said Zeus. “NECROPUS KNOWS WHERE THE APPLE IS BUT HE WILL TRICK PROTOTYPE INTO THINKING HE DOES NOT!”

“How do you know that?” asked Fats.

“ZEUS IS TELEPATHIC!” he thundered.

“You’re not telepathic in any of the myths,” said Davros.

“I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING RIGHT NOW!” said the god.

“What?” asked Davros, calling his bluff.

“YOU ARE THINKING, I HAD BETTER TO MORE COURTEOUS TO THE GOD OF THUNDER LEST HE TURN MY WHEELCHAIR INTO JELL-O AGAIN!”

Davros shrank away.

Assuming that Zeus was a blowhard and a liar like most gods, I dragged Necropus to the guardrail and pulled him to his feet before scooping him up and dumping him into the audience so morons could stroke him while I went to look for the apple.