Hermes leaned forward and half whispered, half yelled, “Don’t lock your knees, or you’ll pass out.” “I’m not locking my knees,” Hades whispered back, though he wasn’t sure why. “Why would you tell me that?” “I’m not saying you are. I’m saying don’t.” Well, now he was worried. What if he passed out? He practiced bending his knees just to make sure he knew the difference between bent and locked knees. “You look like an idiot,” said Hermes.
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