RE: The Damnable Fisticuffs (Round One: Kingdom of Giam)
09-26-2012, 03:44 AM
Ventriloquist yawned.
"So. Fighting some guys. That sounds fun, what do you guys think?" he asked the mouths on his left arm.
"I would recommend finding a nonviolent solution," said the mouth of Father Dimley.
"You always say that," growled Jefferson "Nails" Thugglo. "I say we go bust some heads."
"And how'd that attitude work out for you, Nails?" Detective Scumm asked. "We caught you, what, six times? You just rush in and don't think. Sure, sometimes you gotta fight, but not without scopin' things out first."
"You guys are boring," Ventriloquist grumbled. "Why do I keep you around, anyways? You're just crampin' my style."
"It's okay, Vinnie dear," Louise called out from his right shoulder. "We're here for you if you need it."
"Thanks babe. Now let's see, where to begin... oh yeah! That guy said something about how this is a kingdom of magic. Maybe I can grab a mouth that knows some magic words!"
"That would be sinful mmph"
"Shaddup, Padre. I don't know why I don't zip you more often. So let's see who we can find around here."
Ventriloquist carefully slipped into a dark passage between two huts, and waited. A long-bearded wizard with an even longer scroll walked over to one of the huts, and knocked.
"Yes?" said the hut's owner grumpily. "What do you want?"
"Maximus Smith-Mason-Gardener?" the wizard asked.
"Smith-Mason-Gardener-Smythe," he grumbled in response. "Wait a minute. You're here to draft me, aren't you?"
"You will be of great service to your country, Mr. Smith-Mason-Gardener-Smythe. We need as many mages in good health as we can find..."
"Yeah, well, I'm afraid I'm sick. Sick of seeing your ugly face."
He slammed the door shut. The wizard sighed.
"I'll grab him on the way back," he muttered. "I have a schedule to keep."
He walked over towards the other house, grumbling.
His mouth didn't make it all the way over there.
"So. Fighting some guys. That sounds fun, what do you guys think?" he asked the mouths on his left arm.
"I would recommend finding a nonviolent solution," said the mouth of Father Dimley.
"You always say that," growled Jefferson "Nails" Thugglo. "I say we go bust some heads."
"And how'd that attitude work out for you, Nails?" Detective Scumm asked. "We caught you, what, six times? You just rush in and don't think. Sure, sometimes you gotta fight, but not without scopin' things out first."
"You guys are boring," Ventriloquist grumbled. "Why do I keep you around, anyways? You're just crampin' my style."
"It's okay, Vinnie dear," Louise called out from his right shoulder. "We're here for you if you need it."
"Thanks babe. Now let's see, where to begin... oh yeah! That guy said something about how this is a kingdom of magic. Maybe I can grab a mouth that knows some magic words!"
"That would be sinful mmph"
"Shaddup, Padre. I don't know why I don't zip you more often. So let's see who we can find around here."
Ventriloquist carefully slipped into a dark passage between two huts, and waited. A long-bearded wizard with an even longer scroll walked over to one of the huts, and knocked.
"Yes?" said the hut's owner grumpily. "What do you want?"
"Maximus Smith-Mason-Gardener?" the wizard asked.
"Smith-Mason-Gardener-Smythe," he grumbled in response. "Wait a minute. You're here to draft me, aren't you?"
"You will be of great service to your country, Mr. Smith-Mason-Gardener-Smythe. We need as many mages in good health as we can find..."
"Yeah, well, I'm afraid I'm sick. Sick of seeing your ugly face."
He slammed the door shut. The wizard sighed.
"I'll grab him on the way back," he muttered. "I have a schedule to keep."
He walked over towards the other house, grumbling.
His mouth didn't make it all the way over there.