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.
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??