GodMode (GM) said:
During his warmup lap, Knife took note of the bas-relief sculpture at the south end of the room. It appeared to depict a muscular, hirsute man being shorn of his luxurious locks by a beautiful woman while he slept. It seemed an odd objet d'art for a tire factory until Knife recognized **DELILAH** robbing Samson of his legendary strength by cutting his hair. The sculpture had seen better days and appeared to show a few cracks, but the wall seemed otherwise quite thick and solid, and Knife couldn't think of what might lie beyond it.
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Junior keys the Mic: Delilah? Makes me think of that good old song,
by one damn good Taffy.
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I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window
I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind
She was my woman
As she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind
My, my, my, Delilah
Why, why, why, Delilah
I could see that girl was no good for me
But I was lost like a slave that no man could free
At break of day when that man drove away, I was waiting
I cross the street to her house and she opened the door
She stood there laughing
I felt the KNIFE in my hand and she laughed no more
My, my, my Delilah
Why, why, why Delilah
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn’t take any more
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn’t take any more*
{as the song closes, a faint sob comes across the E.A.R.A.C.H.E}
