Carl's Doomsday Scenario (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #2)

by Matt Dinniman

“Cats don’t drink cocktails,” I said. “Cats don’t shoot lasers from their eyes, either, but here we are, Carl. Mama needs a night off.”

“Oh sweetie,” Donut said. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. Let’s start over.” “Yeah, okay,” Pustule said. “We wouldn’t want anybody getting off on any feet.” Donut gave me a sidelong glance. “Well, it might be a little late for that.

“Let me tell you a secret, Donut. Back before all this happened, it was considered a rare thing for somebody to find a job they truly loved.” “You don’t like fixing boats? Or being in the Navy?” “Not really. And I was in the Coast Guard. Not the Navy. They’re different,” I said. “Are you sure? Miss Beatrice always told people you were in the Navy.” “I’m sure, Donut.”