I heard some noises of aproval from the group. Dqueene had laid it all down, we had a quest now. Everyone thought it was impossible but I think there is a way to acomplish anything. I was making a whittling a (small) lance for fighting on Meatloaf's back. People were packing up to leave and there was a feeling of excitement in the air. I patted Meat on the back, he grunted softly to me.
"Ready to go boy?"
"Oink!"
"Thought you'd say that."

I checked my equipment. "Where was my spyglass?" Then I remembered Jolie had borrowed it to watch Willow take her morning swim. Humans and elves were so tentative about mating. A dwarven girl would just grab you by the beard and get on with it!

"Oh well, get it back later I guess...." I hopped onto Meat's back. "Lets go boy!" I said as the group moved out. Great adventures awaited us....

" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin