Sunday, July 13, 2008
Anger Management
Ever been in a situation where you wish you could have thought of something clever to say only to come up with the right answer hours later? Zeb was there. After the big scary looking undead guy, who just popped up out of a stone sarcophagus at the end of a really wigged out alter room, points his really big sword at him and asks “Are you prepared to lay down your life to protect the rift?” which he was going to do any way, he should have cleverly said “yes”. But all Zeb could think to say was “Look, you big rotting bone pile, you're just slowing us down, why don't you pipe down and get out of our way?!?” Zeb found out what it's like to have two and a half feet of steel sticking out of his chest. All because he couldn't think of something clever to say.
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