"Do you mind if I keep these for myself? Shoes from my world are cool and all, but I can't find any of them that have such stat. But on second thought, I can make better ones myself so... bye bye special shoes" Arnold asked a limbless Hermes while showcasing his own shoes to him as they turned to dust, "I don't think, you'll need them anymore either way... considering the situation with your legs..."
"You'll... pay for this... REMEMBER THAT- Argh!"
"You'll pay for this, you'll pay for that... blah blah blah. Who will make me pay? Your father? Well, he'll end up just as pathetically as you are if he even dared to show up around here."
Arnold had one of his hands tightly gripped around Hermes' neck, while the other one was busy disintegrating Hermes' prized shoes. They were a masterpiece, but Arnold wasn't interested in them.
