|
After having their pansy asses summarily kicked by the Goat, Mortiis and Tentaculus continue their quest for the Mighty Mullet.
|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| Gee whillikers, who'd have thought the Goat would have been such an ornery old dodder. | |
 | |  |
|
 |
| | |
| kqnv>?;.0f8ua gbfqwoibfqj .a()86. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Yeah, I'd have to agree. It would have helped if he hadn't pinned me down and singed the hairs off my ballsac one-by-one with his lighter. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
After mending their egos, Mortiis and Tentaculus depart for the Swamps of Rehktumme.
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Then again, there wasn't much hair to begin with. I was always something of a momma's boy. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
