Time to attack: OMG! What are you doing? You go to draw three arrows but forget to put your belt on and your pants fall down. You drop your bow to protect your Tralala and are forced to run from the battle field. As you flee, flashing everyone with your bare buttcheeks, the foe gently inserts a knife in your back ...you lose a life! Please bring your belt next time!
Sir SpeakAlot was wounded by the knife attack but confused by his retreat. For his Birdhood was tucked neatly away amongst his neither feathers.
"What am I a mere man Running away as thought me peen will be on display? I will show these little monsters who is boss."
In an act of utter nonsense, Sir SpeaksAlot Pulled out a batch of blue face paint and rubbed it across his already blue face. He then pulled back six more arrows, this time determined to vanquish his foes.
Time to attack: Odins Beard Shakes! You load a bunch of arrows in that deady bow-rifle of yours, take an almost-too-long aim and release them in a swift move. All 3 arrows hit target and you do a large amount of damage - its a hit of 10 points. We can almost hear you mumble too easy...
The remaining two Jawas begin to panic but alas it was to late for their unfortunate souls, for as soon as they were upon Sir SpeaksAlot he had pulled out his little sword and in a swift move beheaded the two remaining assailants.
"Oh crap..."
Sir SpeaksAlot looked around for witnesses. He did not detect a soul, so he breathed easy for a minute.
"Oh don't worry."
Sir SpeaksAlot spun around, to look square into the eyes of the blonde Pirate from the docks.
"Yeah they were total @##holes too. I totally flagged the bunch of them. They deserved this, don't worry bro, your secrets safe with me."
Then he snuck off to the shadows.
Sir SpeaksAlot attempted to retrieve one of the robes, but it was soaked with blood.
"Well @#$%, that's what I get for trying to save a bit of coin. Let's hope the hot tub is working."
Time to attack:
OMG! What are you doing? You go to draw three arrows but forget to put your belt on and your pants fall down. You drop your bow to protect your Tralala and are forced to run from the battle field. As you flee, flashing everyone with your bare buttcheeks, the foe gently inserts a knife in your back ...you lose a life! Please bring your belt next time!
Life: ❤️❤️
Sir SpeakAlot was wounded by the knife attack but confused by his retreat. For his Birdhood was tucked neatly away amongst his neither feathers.
"What am I a mere man Running away as thought me peen will be on display? I will show these little monsters who is boss."
In an act of utter nonsense, Sir SpeaksAlot Pulled out a batch of blue face paint and rubbed it across his already blue face. He then pulled back six more arrows, this time determined to vanquish his foes.
!sendabunchofarrows
Time to attack:
Odins Beard Shakes! You load a bunch of arrows in that deady bow-rifle of yours, take an almost-too-long aim and release them in a swift move. All 3 arrows hit target and you do a large amount of damage - its a hit of 10 points. We can almost hear you mumble too easy...
The remaining two Jawas begin to panic but alas it was to late for their unfortunate souls, for as soon as they were upon Sir SpeaksAlot he had pulled out his little sword and in a swift move beheaded the two remaining assailants.
"Oh crap..."
Sir SpeaksAlot looked around for witnesses. He did not detect a soul, so he breathed easy for a minute.
"Oh don't worry."
Sir SpeaksAlot spun around, to look square into the eyes of the blonde Pirate from the docks.
"Yeah they were total @##holes too. I totally flagged the bunch of them. They deserved this, don't worry bro, your secrets safe with me."
Then he snuck off to the shadows.
Sir SpeaksAlot attempted to retrieve one of the robes, but it was soaked with blood.
"Well @#$%, that's what I get for trying to save a bit of coin. Let's hope the hot tub is working."