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

by Matt Dinniman

Because Donut sounded like a helium-drunk cat being crushed by a steamroller when she attempted to sing, that was why. And even though she wasn’t that bad of a dancer, when it came to making a song emerge from that tone-deaf gullet of hers, her rhythm was that of a drunk, three-legged donkey trying to negotiate its way down a set of ice-covered stairs.

Reward: Your reward is advice. Fatherly advice. Don’t be a little bitch. There’s your reward.