Ah, of course! Stables in summer are quite bad, yes. I remember the Augean stables well!

[His fifth labor. Unforgettable indeed. That had been quite a problem.]

It was like that, though imagine a stable filled not only with dung, but with rotted eggs. And as you might guess, the troll was less than enthusiastic at our arrival. He rushed out...

[Herc leaps to his feet, arms up in a menacing gesture, getting into the character and taking on the voice to match...]

You dare intrude upon my lair!? You must die!

[Which he follows with...]

So what do you think happened next?