Part Ten and Eleven
The Mystery of LEGObrick and Mead
"Can you see this?" whispered LEGObrick to
Buster, showing him something. You will have to speculate on what
was being shown. It might be a mystery.
"Oh!" exclaimed Rocko. Perhaps he saw what
the something was. He then handed his completed form to Lola.
"Shut up, squirt," mean-spirited Turf to
Dade. "We're going to kill a dragon now."
"So, where are we? A tavern?" asked Rocko
ignorantly.
"Man, you type fast," complimented Turf to
me, Grunion Guy, I guess, as I typed this story. Rocko ordered a
beer and put it on The Singing Guy's tab.
"Idiot," said Turf, speaking to possibly
anyone.
"Are we ready to start now?" asked Buster.
This might have had something to do with what LEGObrick showed him
earlier that hasn't been revealed yet.
"Oh! They sell beer here?" exclaimed Turf
as he watched Rocko guzzle his mead. "Idiot," Turf said to
himself.
"Ew! Mead!" spit-taked Rocko as he sipped
what he thought was beer.
"How much for a mead?" asked Buster of the
bartender as Dade Thraid sneakily snuck a Goldoon out of The Hero's
pocket which The Hero had so much trouble operating earlier.
"I'll have one for me and the lady,"
manhandled Turf who thought it would be nice to share a mead with
Lola. And cheaper too.
Rocko then leaned over to speak to the fourteen year
old Sidekick. "It's pretty mean of your hero not to buy you a
drink, eh?" illegalized Rocko.
LEGObrick finished up his form and handed it over to
Lola. "Where can I earn Goldoons?"
"LEGObrick, are you a dwarf?" asked Rocko,
apparently drunk from his one sip of mead and not being able to tell
the difference between a Magick Guy in a pointy hat and a fat dwarf
who is fat and short.
"No, I'm a Magick Guy," blunted LEGObrick
offended. Because nobody wants to be thought of as a stupid dwarf!
Not even the stupid dwarf!
"What's your familiar?" pick-up lined
Rocko to LEGObrick.
"Um, so how much for a mead?" wondered
Buster apparently not noticing that everyone's drinks were being put
on his tab.
"Thanks for the mead, Buster!" partied
Rocko.
"Lola, could you please fill out this
form?" pitied Dade as he tried to get Lola to bend over so he
could look down her cleavage and take lots of really close up photos
of it. "Lola is red hot. Er, Lola is red hot?" fumbled
Dade as he looked at her potatoes.
"Hey, keep your eyes off her, creep!"
protected Turf so that he could keep all the cleavage to himself.
Lola collected everybody's forms (whether they were
done or not) and then walked back over to The Hero. The Hero winked
at her and whispered, "Want to find some place quiet?"
"Sure, you need to answer a few extra
questions, big guy," slutted Lola as they wandered off to the
side of the Hall to talk quietly.
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