Thor slithered down the hall on his stomach wearing nothing but his skivvies and a grimace. The green shag carpet painted an angry red rug burn onto his face, torso, and limbs. Thor scarcely noticed, though, so focused was he on the task at hand.
He had a mission. He had a duty. He had...a calling.
Literally, someone was calling; the phone was ringing on the opposite side of the house, and Thor had to reach it before the ringing stopped and the potential contents of the call were lost forever. Thor was determined to prevent that disaster, no matter how much skin he had to sacrifice in the process. And so, he continued his trek down the hallway, leaving a trail of aggravated epithelial cells in his wake.
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