“I vote aye! Aye for Fallon!” Fallon said again, nearly jumping out of his chair with what was clearly anxiety that he had not been heard before. “And if any of these idiots do not want their women, then I will take theirs, too!” “You’ve never even been with one woman,” Zohro snapped, “what in the great blazing span of my largest bull’s backside would you do with four?” Fallon ripped off his hat and scrubbed vigorously at his yellow hair, frowning. “They would not all be my women,” he said awkwardly. “But one could be mine. And the others could live with us if they so chose. I have space.”
Hes just a little sweet bean!!!!!!! Be nice to my Fallon!
