"Let me show you the inn!" I said to JVB. I quickly checked Meatloaf was where I'd left him. He was, chewing on something. I'd swear that pig would eat 2-week old orc vomit. "Now you're talking!" JVB smiled. "Here's your gold by the way." "Don't worry about it." I grinned. "I've got plenty, just buy me a beer." "Do you think Viper will be here soon?" I asked. "He was working on his disguise, trying to make himself look less handsome." JVB replied.
We entered the inn. The barmaid gave a brief smile. "Oh yer'e back are ya?" "Indeed madam, a round for me and my companion if you will." I repled, closing JVB's open mouth with my hand. "Wow, she's...." "Indeed. You ever wonder how such a buxom beauty ended up here? Strange if you ask me..." "Maybe she's down on her luck" "We'll see.."
Two massive jugs were plopped on the counter.(of ale) "Cheers!" I said, "and don't be getting drunk and bragging about yerself young lad!"
" 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
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