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Greatfather Winter made me do it.

15 Dec

The old codger wants cookies and milk.  Cookies and flippin’ milk.

So he sends me out to kill endless Moonkin.

It’s not like I can swing by Kroger’s and pick up a dozen, is it Old Man?  You’ve sent me on an errand of death.

greatfather-winter

Oh, I remember those Moonkin.  Often enough I found myself running from them.  This time around it was painless.  They never knew what hit them.

Cookies and milk.  Dead Moonkin.  Is this world mad??

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Posted by on December 15, 2008 in Musings

 

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