Part Sixty
It's A Trap!
As the Fantasyers gathered in the middle of the
large room, a large portcullis dropped behind them, sealing them
inside the cave! It was a trap! The loud crash made Turf jump and
Rocko rolled across the floor in full plate. Suddenly, a loud voice
came booming through the cavern.
"Ha ha ha ha ha! You foolish fools! Could you
be any dumberer?! Ha ha ha ha!" it shouted.
"Yes," trumped Turf. "I think we
probably could be."
"You haven't met Buster yet!" retaliated
Rocko.
"I should have noticed that trap," thought
Dade.
"At least it's not a wild boar near a
cliff," dead horsebeat Harry about something he should just
forget about already. Valadeer is dead and he's not coming back!
Deal with it, man! "How bad can it be?"
"Don't make me hate you, Harry," vengefied
Dade, perhaps having something against wild boars near cliffs
himself.
"You will never get out of this trap! Hmm, too
bad you didn't bring any virgins!" shouted the mystery voice.
"I said, you haven't met Buster yet!"
recycled Rocko.
"Well, no female virgins anyway," late to
the punchlined Buster.
61. Turf's Weakness!
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