When Arthur D.
accidentally took the wrong exit on the intergalactic highway one
day, he found himself flung back in time to medieval England. Having
to work for a living, he was happy to be hired as bodyguard by the
local witch, which expected him to wield his sword into the face of
anyone who would protest against the inflated prices of her love
potions.
New to this line of
work and anxious not to get his knuckles bruised, he decided to wear
spiked boxing gloves for protection.
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