“Gods, I can’t take any more of these long, pining looks,” he’d exclaimed, exasperated one day. “There’s no pining, Twig Arms.” “You actually believe that, don’t you?” Vig had replied, shaking his head. “Just tell her you want her to stroke your axe.” “Shut your mouth, Vig, or I’ll do it for you.” But Vig was only getting started. “Tell her you want to raid her shores.” Rey’s glower deepened. “That you wish to plunder her womanly cavern with your manly serpent.” At that, Rey tackled his friend, forcing his mouth shut. “Stop stirring the pot, Twig Arms.”
