One Round Only: The

Johnson sat in his place, googly eyes googling all over the place in panic. What is this place? Why is there a unicorn just fucking entering buildings without anybody paying any mind and a shouty birdman screeching on his horse? What is with these strange yellow rocks, speaking in different tongues, staring at him? Is it because of his silky smooth grey covering? Johnson didn't know. So he kept to himself, and did the only thing that he was good at to calm his rocky nerves; taxes.