A few minutes passed with Anthony and his clones doing nothing but repeatedly signing the same signatures on people's shirts, foreheads, arms, artifacts, and even swords.
Some of the more fanatical citizens were already exclaiming that they would never bathe again, swearing that they would not allow water to wash away what they now referred to as their god's mark, the sacred trace of Anthony's ink upon their skin.
Anthony sighed inwardly as he scribbled yet another signature for a wide-eyed child.
'Celebrities really have it rough. No wonder most of them only sign two or three shirts before moving on,' he thought with mild exasperation.
