It was but a fortnight short of All Hallows Day. A gallant young hobo known to the noble
world as Slowmotionhobo was hobbling in slow motion on the quiet morn.
"What, ho?" exclaimed Sir Hyena.
"Good days we have," replied Slowmotionhobo.
"But yes," Hyena said, "Though I fear the emergence of a new peril"
Slowmotion hobo furrowed his brow. "Aye. It has been many a night since I slept so
restlessly. Is it that we as men do sense coming troubles as a sixth or seventh sense
accredited to us? Or is it only a mild discomfort of the changing weather? I fear man may
never know."
At that time, they were graced with the arrival of Sir Quasar and Lady Nanami of the Stenchlands.
"Good morn to all," Hyena bowed graciously, "what good news doth thou bring?
"Little and light, I fear," spake Sir Quasar. "The dragons are having sex with orphaned bowling balls."
"Holy fuck," said Lady Nanami and died of complications from breathing.
Hyena leapt courageously onto his battlecat and ran to warn all.
"T'was always but a few bricks short of a castle," Quasar shook his head sadly and went back to playing some stupid mario game.

THE END . . . FOR YOU (shoots you)