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Iolaus dropped down onto his butt and giggled. Hercules' disgusted glare only encouraged more peals of laughter.
"S-s-sorry, Herc," he stuttered. "Is that some special technique you learned while you were a pig?" he asked as he wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.
Hercules slowly pushed himself to his feet, ignoring Iolaus' renewed giggles at the deep sucking noises produced when he pulled his hands out of the thick goo. It wasn't his fault he'd taken a nose dive and landed where he had. And as soon as he got his hands on a certain laughing hunter, he wouldn't be the only one enjoying an impromptu mud bath.