Well, it'sa start.

<Or in rare cases driving them to storm out of camp never to return again-->

Ain't see a thing. Good ta' be back. Oi, where's that battleaxe? Whores a' the abyss, this place is in fuckin' shambles.

<Not prying on the matter, he'd simply snag a towel and toss it over>

/TACTICAL. RETREAT./

Our sexually ambiguous history jus' called. x.com/FatherVacys/st…

<Sips coffee.> Yeesh. Feel like shit.

<Spills the coffee.> shit,

< youtube.com/watch?v=XaRkVn… >

...!?

....?!

You folks celebrate. It's your victory. Not mine. I'll be in the armory.

(I got faith in ya', Prince Ladon... We need'ta cross paths, soon. I know y'er game already. But you'll need more'n reason and drive...)

Man. The whole world's lookin' brighter already. {He inhales a drag from a cigar, shoulders slouching.}

YO, WHAT THE FUCK.

<SNEEZES in the middle of his interrogations.> ?????????

Leviathan Killer. (Mentions Azalea Hestnæs, @MagistrateSpark and Paramonos Hy'Timotes) twishort.com/Jj9mc

I can't, however, get over everything that led up to this lil' "vacation".