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

by Matt Dinniman

But you don’t want to hear about any of this shit, do you? It’s not important.

Maybe it’s not as good as getting something new, but sometimes it’s better to just take something you’re already comfortable with and improve upon it. Kind of like buying your girl new tits.

New Quest. The Sex Workers Who Fell from the Heavens.

“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.”

“Bitch-ass rottweilers.

“Goddamnit, Mongo!”