The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #3)

by Matt Dinniman

Let what you do mean something. KING KONG BUNDY

“To the abyss. Why don’t you come over here and call me a neanderthal to my face?” He screamed. “Gentlemen,” Imani said, appearing next to me. “Both of you put your dicks away. We don’t need this right now.” “I could kill you,” Prepotente said. He said it to Imani. “I could crunch on your bones and glory in the sound that they made when they splintered.” “Bitch, what?” Imani demanded, her demeanor changing on a dime.