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Maybe you can get some combat tips from the man who was once Mr. Universe. Given, he no longer has a body, but he seems to be doing all right as a head that spits up useful objects. At the very least, maybe he can puke up a club, or something.

You start walking back to your starting point on the island. Halfway there, you hear the sound of ranting approaching from the east. It appears that Arnold had been following you, ranting about his films the entire time. Now, you're twice as glad that you left him behind earlier, especially before he got into a scene-by-scene analysis of Junior. Well, at least he saved you a trip by following you. You start to ask him about the best way to defeat your nemesis, but it seems that nothing you can say can break through his ramblings. He doesn't even stop when you tell him that Batman and Robin wasn't that bad.

Finally, you throw up your hands and tell him to stop lauding over his god-awful movies. That shuts him up, but not in the way you intended. He tells you that enduring a marathon of his movies will change your mind. He spits up a chair and fastens you to it. You're still trying to figure out how he did so, when he spits up a device to hold your head in place and pry your eyelids open. After that, he spits up a projector and movie screen, and the marathon begins, starting with "Eraser". Fortunately, Arnold is too busy giving a running commentary to water your eyes, and after a few hours, you are mercifully blessed with blindness.

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