Showing posts with label truman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label truman. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

You some kinda demon?

You look well, Marge. Small, but well. Childhood agrees with you. ... I just want to pinch those rosy cheeks!

Do so and you shall lose a paw. ... How do you know my name? I have no intention of sharing banter with some flee-bitten doormat while my dear brother is trapped in that cave. What has become of my menservants?

So glad to see you haven't lost your charm.

I demand that you stop speaking to me and retrieve my brother Ronan from that cave!

Why, is it past your lunch time?

How dare you! My father will kill you. Do you know who he is?

Um, Ivan the Nosewipe or something? ... Listen Marge, I have a friend trapped in that cave as well, so I'll help you dig. ... After you.

When we are finished here you shall adorn the wall of the servants' privy.

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Hmmm. I guess you's Ronan.


Who are you?


Name's Karl. Hmmm. I guess we stuck in this here cave. Hmmm. You some kinda demon?

I am the direct descendant of Cuchulainn, the greatest Irish warrior.

Hmmm. That's what them crows said.

You've spoken to the crows? They are a scourge upon Ireland! Some day when I am grown I shall wipe those creatures from the face of the earth.

Hmmm. Them crows said somethin 'bout that too.

Do you know how to get out of this cave?

Mmm. I reckon I have some friends outside gonna help. Hmmmm.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Hmmmm. I'm fixin' to eat ya. Hmmmm.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Hello, Marge

Yea gads man, Are you daft? The demon Marge must die here and now. The future is at stake.

No you mustn't. You have to stop what you are doing. There's no time to explain, but if Marge dies and Ronan lives, the crows will be destroyed. He is their mortal enemy in non-Parallel time.

Caw! Caw!

Yes, I'm telling them!

Hmmm. I reckon them crows never hurt nobody.

Karl, I think you should do as he says. Ronan was meant to die here, not Marge. You must roll that boulder away from the cave now. I will fly you down to the bottom of the canyon.

Hmm. I reckon.

No! I forbid it. Maximillian, start rolling the rocks.

Caw! Caw!

This boulder kinda heavy. Hmmm.

Push harder! Push harder! (Lordy, I haven't said that since I died.) The rocks are starting to roll down the side of the cavern! Hurry!

Caw! Caw!

More rocks, quickly. Tip all of the piles! Dash these damn crows. Oh dear, I'm falling! Help!

Father!

Hmmm. Looks like them crows pushed old Max down the side of the canyon. Hmmm. I Reckon they did hurt one person, anyways. Hmmm. ... Hey Truman, I got that boulder moved.
Karl, look out! ... Oh my!


Put me down, you infernal creatures!

Oh heavens! I feel faint. The crows have saved Maximillian from falling into the canyon, but they were too late to stop the rockslide.

Have we killed Marge?


I can't see through the dust. ... Now I see Truman outside the cave, but I don't see Karl or Ronan. Truman seems to be talking to someone ....

Hello Marge.