by jabberwock » Mon Sep 08, 2014 7:01 am
Mimic
Turning, she gave a soft smirk. "That's the idea," she replied. Her mind worked backwards to a memory of watching parkour videos, a man dropping from a roof and grabbing a window ledge. Now to mimic that. Looking below her, she spotted the window ledge she was going to use. Taking a small step backwards, she hopped forwards and out- spinning in midair to grab the windowsill. Her hands ached from the motion but she quickly pulled herself up and set the same device as before onto the window, shattering it too.
`Twas brillig,
and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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