Part One Hundred Eight
The Axe Wielding Maniac Isn't Here
"Now I am kind of worried about Harry's blind
faith in someone he met just hours ago," stated Dade who should
count himself lucky he didn't get slaughtered as an intruder when
meeting up with his party. "Do you think they know each other
from earlier?"
"No, it's just that he's the smartest guy
here," truthfully truth told Turf.
"I think Harry's got an eye for raw -- if
suspect -- talent. After all, Turf does handle a sword like a
pro," stated Rocko suspiciously. What was he up to?
"The best there ever was," mourned Turf as
he discovered nothing in the dresser.
"Perhaps if you put a little faith in people
even if you don't see eye to eye with them, you would have a more
fulfilling life," naturaled Harry.
Finding nothing of value in the dresser or under the
bed, the group looked through the bars to the north and saw a coffin
in the next cell.
"Freaky," scared Turf.
"That almost became Corky's new bed,"
nodded Rocko.
"I'm scared," freaked Corky.
"Do you think there's a dead body in
there?" Turf pondered.
"Of course," shouted Corky.
"Hey, Rocko, if the dead thing in the coffin
becomes undead, can you do anything about it?" questioned Dade.
"Remember, Black Razor doesn't work on the
undead," White Plume Mountained Harry.
109. Rocko's Dumb Idea To Go
Inside A Wardrobe
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