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"Semantics"
By Adam

 

A rat scurried through the corridor, thinking of stealing food and perhaps spreading some sort of nasty disease. Regardless, one thing definitely not on his mind was an other-dimensional demon with a staff with a goat's skull on it, which would explain his surprise when Skeletor began hitting him repeatedly with the Havoc Staff.

"Heh heh, heh heh heh heh," laughed Skeletor, menacingly. "Eternia shall fall just like this pest, and this time, not even He-Man can stop me!"

"Skaw! You've certainly piqued my interest, master. How, pray tell, is this scheme sure to proceed flawlessly, while the myriad of your plans have been halted, without fail? Skaw!" asked Beast Man.

"What?" replied Skeletor, trying to scrape the remains of the rat from the staff off on the floor, but succeeded only in scuffing the bottom of the staff and spreading the mess.

"Well, judging from the way He-Man's always around Grayskull, I think it's safe to assume that's the source of his powers. So, if there is no Grayskull, there can be no He-Man!"

"(gurgling sound) Isn't Grayskull the greatest source of power on Eternia? How can you possibly destroy it? (gurgling sound)" queried Mer-Man.

"I don't need to destroy it, you aquatic abberation!"

"(gurgling sound) Abberation?"

"I can't think of an insult that begins with the letter 'a'."

"At least nothing G-rated."

"Right. The letter 'a' presents nothing but problems." Skeletor's eye-sockets gleaned with malevolence. "I was going to use the Devil Spork to transport Grayskull to Phantos, but you've given me an even better idea! He heh, heh heh, heh heh ha heh!"


Duncan was putting the finishing touches on his new weapon against Skeletor, the Tevitron. No one was quite sure what it did precisely, or why it was called the Tevitron, but Duncan had been working as Man-at-Arms for over 30 years, so his actions really weren't questioned.

"Whatcha doing?"

"Orko! I don't have time for this. It's very important that I present the Tevitron to the king during this evening's meeting!"

"Oh, OK." Orko then proceeded to turn the Tevitron into a fluffy, tasty quiche.

"Orko!"

Prince Adam and Teela started laughing. "Ha ha ha ha!" they laughed.

"Orko! That was the product of 7 months of labor! I can't possibly reproduce that!"

"I can make more quiche, don't worry."

Prince Adam and Teela laughed some more. "Ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Wait, is that Zoar?" Adam looked up. "Nope, nevermind."

"Oh."

"No wait, to the left!" Adam looked up again.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Must be trouble."

"Probably."

Suddenly, the entire room was illuminated with an eerie yellow glow. Hmmm....on second thought, yellow's not that eerie, so let's just say it's green. Or substitute the eerie color of your choice. Whatever. In any event, this definitely made Adam realize what needed to be done.

"Hey Teela, what's that over there?"

"Over where?"

"There."

"What? What are you talking about?"

While Teela was distracted, Adam leapt out a window, which turned out to be some spare glass left from the Tevitron, and realizing his mistake, darted out the door.

"By the power of Greyskull, I have the power!" Adam looked around, expecting the traditional lightning, the chanting of "He-Man," and suddenly appearing outside the castle, but just stood there, holding a sword in the air.

"I said, by the power of Greyskull, I have the power!" Still, nothing.

"Adam, what are you doing?"

"Oh, uhh...hey Teela. Nothing. Just....I was...nothing. Definitely not transforming into He-Man." A smooth cover, but unfortunately, it was true; he was definitely not transforming into He-Man. And why? Perhaps that's why Zoar was flying overhead.

"So, Duncan, want to head to Greyskull?"

"Where?"

"Greyskull. You know, that big castle, shaped like a skull? That place you, me, and Orko help defend from (dramatic pause) the evil forces of Skeletor?" (cackles in the background)

"Oh yeah."


Adam and Duncan arrived at the castle after a long, uncomfortably quiet drive in the Battle Ram.

"Sorceress, I seem to have lost my link with Castle Greyskull. I can't transform into He-Man anymore!"

"Yes, Skeletor has cast a long-forgotten spell...a spell which I hoped would remain lost forever."

"What spell's that?"

"The Spell Of Making A Castle's Name More Gothic Sounding. It's fairly obscure, as you can imagine."

"Yeah."

"By doing so, Skeletor has severed your link with the castle, as well as mine. We draw our power from Greyskull...I mean, Greyskull. Dammit, I can't say it either!"

"It does sound more gothic though."

"Quite."

"So what can I do? How can I defend the castle? How can I defend Eternia? How do I get my power back?"

"There is but one hope. You need a poster board, a permanent marker, and duct tape."

Man-at-Arms sprung to action. "I have all that in my lab!"

"Good! Collect those items and return here."

"OK, we'll be back by dusk."

"A pity you'll never get a chance to see your precious duct tape!"

"Skeletor!"

"In the flesh!" Skeletor started laughing because he didn't have any flesh, but he was there anyway. "He heh, heh heh, heh heh ha heh!"

Adam was so distracted by Skeletor's sudden appearance that he failed to notice Trap Jaw sneaking up behind him.

Duncan shouted, "Turn around!"

"Every now & then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes," replied Adam.

"Turn around bright eyes! Every now and then I fall apart!" shouted Duncan, twice.

Skeletor retorted, "And I need you now tonight and I need you more than ever, and if you only hold me tight, we'll be holdin' on forever."

Duncan destroyed Trap Jaw's laser-arm with his freeze ray. "And we'll only be making it right 'cause we'll never be wrong together."

The Sorceress just sort of sat there for a while, and then pondered, "Once upon a time I was falling in love, now I'm only falling apart."

Adam, exhausted, muttered, "Nothing I can do, a Total Eclipse of the Heart." While all of this was happening, Orko flew in with poster board, a permanent marker, and duct tape.

"Orko, you received my call!"

"What?"

"You brought the poster board, a permanent marker, and duct tape!"

"What?"

"We need that to reverse Skeletor's spell."

"What?"

"Just give me that stuff!"

"OK." Orko gave the Sorceress that stuff. In big bold letters, the Sorceress wrote "CASTLE GRAYSKULL" on the poster board and then proceeded to tape it to the exterior of the castle. Suddenly, charged with energy, she teleported the villains back to Snake Mountain.

"Everything is as it was, and that spell can never be cast again."

"OK."

THE END

The moral: spelling really *does* matter.