WEASELS!!! Damn me and wearing my Vans instead of my Steel to-OW!
*Dancing around to avoid the bites, Wicked had another ace up his sleeve, opening the mountain mist Faygo.*
Destroy these weasels, Violent J-tog!
*Emerging from the Atog camp was Violent J-tog, decked out in clown makeup and carrying a hatchet. something else was in his hand.*
J-tog, why are you sitting there enjoying a coffee?
*All of a sudden, J-tog screamed "GET OFF ME!", reaching his hands out and choking out the nearest pedestrian.*
J-tog, no, no, not calafalestrien, the lint. We must win the lint.
*Suddenly, Violent J-tog turned to Wicked, screaming "GET OFF ME!" and began choking him out, the weasels still biting his feet.*