!XU5uZ/3rcI 06/19/10(Sat)00:11 No.10589575|
As the Bard opens his mouth to seal his doom, h-
>You really have no faith in me, do you? I'm the Hero of this story; I'm untouchable!
Keep telling yourself that, it might come true.
Anyway, as I was saying, as the Bard prepares to speak, one of the Drunks asks innocently "Why hallo thar, Stranger; What can I do ye fer?"
>YOU can't do anything for me, as I am a firm adherent to the opposite sex; your wife, however, is another matter entirely. Do you mind letting me borrow her for a few hours?
The Drunk's face curls into an ugly grimace and his fists ball up as he stands up. Which is when the Bard notices that the Drunk is particularly tall.
"I"ll make you eat them words, ya fuckin' nit"
>Sorry, I don't eat leftovers; I'll be happy to serve you more helpings, though!
The Drunk blinks stupidly. "Wot?"
>See, cause you said that you'd make me "eat my words", so I'm saying tha-
The Drunk roars with drunken fury and swings his fist. "YER FLOWER TALK WON'T HELP YA FOIGHT."
The Drunk misses, but barely. His friends are also starting to get up.