“I GIVE UP!” Greg pleaded.

His hands were sore,

his spirit: defeated.

The pain; he tried to ignore.

There was nothing left to do.

Greg glanced at the bloodied tools.

He shed tears; he felt like a fool.

“You’re more than I can handle!”

Greg yelled, “What are you?”

“You see, Agent G, my favorite number is 42.”

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