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Randle walks into Graves's place rather cautiously.
"Greedings Mr. Graves. I hear you and Twisted Fate have been at worse ends recently. I was wondering what would you do if you do finally get revenge on him?" -Randle Grend, Respectable Summoner |
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So the overly manly hunk of meat eyeballs the pint, which was by the way the size of his pe--, nono... his bal--.... GRR! His ANKLE... It was too small for him. So the overly manly hunk of meat decides to show him a REAL pint: AKA, the size of GRAGGY MCMANLYMANOVERLYMANLYMANBEARPIG himself. THIS IS A PINT.
Now, with disappointment of UberDuDrop's quote, the manly hunk of meat finds the mistake: It's not 'of' its o', and it's pronounced in a manlier manner. So the manly hunk of meat sticks a pair of feminine goggles into UberDuDrop's face and nails it in there, and then it starts to play... LADY GRAGAS. AND Y'AINT MANLY NUFF TO PRONOUNCE 'EM WORDS! The manly hunk of meat yells at FemaleDuDrop. |


