Part One Hundred Nineteen
Turf smacked the Bee-Orc again. "The young hero
will save our butts!" shouted Harry. Again.
"Mr. Orc-Bee, you leave me know choice,"
homonymed Buster because he is a homo. Buster strummed his ukulele
but no bolt appeared because the Bee-Orc was making too much noise
and disrupted the musickal magick. "Drat!"
The Bee-Orc stung Hedwig as they fought an amazing
aerial battle that will probably have to be done in CGI. Then Turf
hit it again and almost killed it but didn't yet.
"I hope that one stung!" one-linered Turf
and then laughed at his own joke. "Bwa ha ha ha ha."
Buster began to dance like a jerk. Meaning he continued to act
"I thought yesterday without Buster we were
missing some help. Maybe not." Harry was definitely the
smartest of them all.
Whap! Turf smacked the Bee-Orc again and knocked it
out of the air and into a wall. It died and dropped all of its
treasure at the Fantasyers.
"Dibs!" yelled Turf.
"Can I have its sword since I have no melee
weapon?" asked Buster.
"I want to help Turf kill the Cyclops."
Harry apparently wanted to die.
"I doubt there is a Cyclops. Even if there is,
I don't want anything to do with it." Maybe Dade was the
smartest of them all. But he wouldn't be the alivest for very long.
"Would anyone mind if I took the shortest
sword?" picked Buster out of turn since he hadn't even tried to
yell Dibs! yet.
"Well, let Turf get the sword if he agrees to
give you his old sword," negotiated Dade poorly. For Turf,
anyway. But for Buster (who he wanted to be manager of), he was
doing a great job!
"Does Turf have a sword?" asked Harry who
must be blind and senile. "If not, he needs one to save our
"I think Turf has a Big Sword," winked
120. Big Time Sensuality
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