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A bolt of lightning, thicker than the meaty thighs of Old Man Sunny—a literal god from a different and specifically non-connected universe—jumped
Making fun of good ol’ Artorian. Love it!
“Where were ewe when I needed to kill goats for ten years?”
Most people were lost in thought, only broken by Luke licking the table and muttering that he ‘knew this wood wasn’t local wood’.
Taylor tried to talk some sense into these men that were practically giggling as the spears punched holes in the cloud, and Luke used that knowledge to draw uncouth shapes.
Anatomically correct clouds perhaps lol
“Mind what you say.” Luke glared at the surrounding corn stalks as they bowed at the Druid in recognition. “There are ears everywhere.”
The glorious puns!
“Too corny. I understand,” Luke deadpanned, getting a full laugh from Andre for his trouble.
The bird literally popped like a soap bubble, gore splattering the area in front of the human in a cone. “Splattered pteranodon aerosolized matter. Spam. Delicious with eggs. Probably.”
“Also clearly bat-fecal crazy.”
The last thing that went through the mind of a beautiful unicorn that would have won and fulfilled a life-long dream… was a spear!
“I’d… really rather not tell you until you’re back on your feet,” the Druid hedged, chuckling internally at the fact that a Druid was hedging.
Dry-eds. Dryeds. Dryads? I think ‘Dryads’ sounds best.”
So clever! The Dryad race decending from a man named Ed (Edward) who was turned into an eternally thirsty tree!
In the next instant, Cookie turned the Tooth into toothpaste, and Luke swirled in place to scatter the remains into the group that was still charging.
Chancing a look back, he found that the others were starting to gain on him, and Andre was tossing confetti to the sides as he ran. The image of the bulky Druid as a flower girl at a wedding was somewhat ruined by Zed screaming and frantically strumming his instrument from Andre’s back while being tossed around,
