Drawing on his seemingly oversized cigar (at least compared to it’s size),
the imp spouted angrily, “Lemme guess, the old man sent you. Something
about a scepter, right? I’m right, right?” Fred eyed the little being suspiciously. “Well...” “I knew it,” the imp blustered on, cutting Fred short. “Freakin’ guy. The nerve of the bastard. You can’t have the scepter – it’s mine. The old gasbag has been after it for years now. And why!? No reason. He wouldn’t know what to do with it! He’s a total nut.”Fred digested this new information. “Huh. Well um, I’m Fred. Pleased to meet you...I suppose. Is he really crazy? ‘Cause he fed me this whole line about being able to cast a spell to protect me from dragons breath – that’s why I’m here, you see, to slay the dragon – and um...wow. That bites.” The imp shrugged. “If I were you I’d go back and kick his ass. Or at least give him a piece of my mind. But then again, that’s just me. As far as slaying the dragon goes, it’s a fool’s errand. First of all, you’ll never find it. Secondly...aw, screw it. Good luck on that.” And with that, the imp turned around abruptly and began swaggering away.Fred scratched his chin thoughtfully and...
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