One Round Only: The

Johnson hated awkward silences, especially when a certain horned horse just up and leaves you here between an irritated postman and two people who can easily crush you into little rocky particles. Really turned Johnson's mood from slightly sour to down right acidic enough to dissolve himself from the inside out.

Johnson looked at his legal papers, now all dirty and covered with mud and dust that now obscured most of his neat hand writing. He has to start all over again, which he can't even do because these were his last papers, and his pen was lost during the ogre kidnapping because he tried to stab the beast in the ear. How did it get lost? The pen just disappeared, because the ear just fucking ate it. Johnson needed a drink.[/color]

"Hey ogre, I'll give you a dollar for a ride to the city. A whole dollar, for all your ogre-y needs!"

"WHAT IS DOLLAR?"

"Uh, you can...buy stuff with it! Like-uh-clothes, animals, food-"

"GROTHOK CAN GET FOOD WITH DOLLAR?"

"Yes. I mean, if you want. Your name is Grotho-"

"GROTHOK TAKE ROCK, GIVE DOLLAR, GROTHOK GET FOOD"

Before Johnson could open his mouth to agree with the deal, He was roughly picked up and placed on the the ogre's shoulder, holding on for dear life as Grothok ran across the dusty desert, headed towards the edge of the city.