The Staggered Reply, Quite Literally...

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This are progressing slowly here. But hey, here's another riddle.

Maybe I should try watching something on Netflix. I hear a new movie is coming out tonight.


The Staggered Reply

Flamel retorts against youth who does not believe in God. Icarus, who flew too close to the sun, paid for his arrogance with his life. What is your payment to seek entrance to the providence? 

What is your toll to see the ________ beyond the Gate?

These names, steeped in prophecy, shall be your guide. The first answer fills the void. The second may lead you astray:

Tim called me the other day. Richard pointed out that Urey doesn’t like pineapple upside down cake.

Tracy said she couldn’t cook anything else in time. Hughes said he couldn’t make it either, too busy with work.

Tracy was mad about that. Arthur tried to talk her out of the argument. Greg did too.

Isaac called, told everyone that Samuel was coming around.  Not sure what he meant by that, since Tracy, Ethan, Ruth and Richard haven’t seen him in years. Ian either. Brooke told us she’d be bringing her kids by, you know Lily and Edward.  

Arthur likes the kids. Tim said he’d enjoy seeing his nieces and nephews again. You remember Charlie and Helen? Had some of their own too, Eric isn’t too pleased. Still too busy trying to court his dates, like Sarah and Sandra. 

But that’s just silly old Margaret. Arthur says she get it from your father’s side. Yancy seems to take it all from your mother, but Brad and Eric say otherwise. 

Audrey, the old thing, wants to bring along her sons. Always trying to get them to meet new people.
Nancy, Orla and Theresa and Helen wanted to do a potluck at their place, but Eric and Richard weren’t having it either. 

Greg and Arthur are probably just going to drink again, but it’s a party. Won’t hurt anybody.
Margaret wants to see you, Eric. Just give her a chance?

Just as usual, send me a comment that you solved it. And email me the answers.

No cheating now,

- Tag

Comments

  1. Jack WolfeFebruary 22, 2018 at 11:10 AM

    Oooh. Forgot to comment I answered this one.

    What's the prize?

    ReplyDelete
  2. Section ChiefFebruary 22, 2018 at 11:20 AM

    Another riddle.

    Keep playing :D

    ReplyDelete
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    1. Jack WolfeFebruary 22, 2018 at 11:25 AM

      At some point, you know you'll have to come clean about all this.

      Delete
  3. Section ChiefFebruary 22, 2018 at 11:43 AM

    Come clean about what? Just playing some games to pass the time.

    So serious.

    ReplyDelete

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