The Butcher's Masquerade (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #5)

by Matt Dinniman

“She gets like that, sometimes,” Donut said. She looked up. “Too many dirty Shirlies.”

“This is most distressing,” Donut grumbled. “I certainly would never have smuggled all those Valtay secret agent guys to Zev and the Borant Emancipation Front if I’d known this was going to happen.” I exchanged an incredulous look with Lexis, who stared at the cat, open-mouthed. “What?” I asked just before we transferred back to the dungeon.

“I thought you guys plugged up the communication…”

Shut up Carl. You talk too much. Stop saying the quiet part out loud.

Donut: Carl? Would you do the same thing to save me? Carl: Without hesitation. I will break you all. “My beautiful boy,” Miriam whispered as she turned to dust. “My beautiful boy.”

“Eat a bag of dicks, Pony,” I said. He screamed in my face.