Hercules had a lyre. Everyone worry.

He strummed and played a song of his own devising. It was enthusiastic, and melodic, but he wasn't getting a recording deal any time soon.

"'Twas a chilly autumn morn as I ambled through the leaves,
and by chance I came upon the Constrictor's band of thieves!
I smote his two companions, but was trapped in his embrace!
So with all my godly might, I pulled back my trusty mace...
And then I struck him, struck him, I struck him in the face!"

"And his nose did break! And his eyes swelled tight!
And his lips did burst! And his teeth gave flight!
And the skull of yon base felon...
Like an oe'r ripened melon...
Did split itself upon the ground, and stained the sod and stone bright red!
For I had struck him, struck him, I'd struck him in the head!"

"The fates were smiling on the man! By ev'ry right he should be dead! For I had struck him, struck him, I'd struck him in the head!"

There were two more verses after that.

Robin was going to have to get back to New York soon, but he didn't want to miss one more performance opportunity before he left.

Besides, he missed performing at Caritas. Yes even though it's only been a few months.

He hoped they still had hot chocolate.

"Hi!" he waved to the girl behind the bar. "Happy Holidays!"

"I sure am! Robin, Fandom High class of '11. Pleased to meet you."

"Thanks. I'll let him know," Guy shot back, eyeing him for a moment before just taking a swig of his beer.