Cecil
Cecil points at the scythe. "Point's worked for you so far, Butch, let's 'stick' with that," he grins. He resumes counting. "One thirty seven, one thirty eight..."
When he gets to 200, he gets up. "Time to go," he says.
Cecil
Cecil points at the scythe. "Point's worked for you so far, Butch, let's 'stick' with that," he grins. He resumes counting. "One thirty seven, one thirty eight..."
When he gets to 200, he gets up. "Time to go," he says.
Mandible Bones, the Worst Pirate Ever.
I prepared explosive rum this morning.
Homebrew 3.5 base class: The Iron Chef