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"The Oracle said you had to--"
"The Oracle said. The Oracle said," Autolycus mimicked. "Always do what the Oracle says, do you? No wonder you're constantly getting into jams and needing me to rescue you."
"Autolycus--"
"No, no. No need to thank me. That's what friends are for. One good turn deserves another. I pat your back, you pat mine. One hand--"
"Strangles the other," Hercules muttered.
"What? I didn't quite catch that."
"Nothing." Hercules pinched the bridge of his nose. "Can we just get on with this?"
"If you insist." Autolycus raised an eyebrow and leaned in close. "But don't blame me if the Oracle got it wrong."