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After I slaughtered Megador the Butcher and

  • After I slaughtered Megador the Butcher and gathered some gold and stuff, I poked around and discovered a secret cafeteria, where a Beholder was picking at a salad and a small bowl
  • of beets. He looked completely dejected; I suspected this had something to do with his wife and the words healthy and too fat. He was a beholder, damnit! Not just another hen picke
  • d hubby. He whistled at a pretty passerby. "Hey ducky, want to come under my wing?" Silence. It wasn't eggsactly eggspeckted, but he had a few cockamamie theories why
  • It could have been because she was lactose intolerant. Maybe she was allergic to insulin. Most likely though, it was her insatiable hunger for
  • raw meat that made Arlo suspect she was not entirely human. "Are your eyes always that bloodshot?" he asked her, trying to hide his trepidation with kind concern. She gave him a
  • n amused, but tight-lipped smile. Very Mona Lisa-ish, unnerving Arlo even more. "Rrrrowwl!" The deep noise emitted from her throat convinced him never again to try online dating
  • unless they offered a free weekend (he hated paying for anything). Arlo grabbed his date in a headlock and yanked her down to the glass-covered pavement. "Who's the boss, beoch?
  • "How should I know who the boss is, Arlo?" said Annette, "I have only seen glass ceilings before, not glass pavement!" "Well, poop!" huffed Arlo, letting her go. "No free weekend
  • bunny petting for you!" "You want the boss. I 'll get you the boss. LIKE A BOSS!" I stomped. The glass floor gave way and we tumbled into a strange office labeled boss. "Bunnies?"
  • That word in that tone spoken in that voice triggered us both. We both jumped clear and armed ourselves with concealed Space tech. We save our future then step in for a closeup.

1 Comments

  1. LordVacuity Feb 06 2017 @ 00:36

    And that's a wrap.

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