Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-24267938-20131019212237/@comment-25146201-20131024194458

Ser Prize continued to comb his magical flying moustache as it whinnied in pleasure. He put a saddle on it and continued to regurgitate the meatballs.

Ser Prize: Oh, Meat Balls! Accept my offering or something!

Suddenly, a misty figure approached them frm the shrine.

Meat Balls: 'Ello there! What wo--

Ser Prize: I wonder when he'll come.

Meat Balls: I'm here, you idio--

Ser Prize: He's taking a long time.

Metal Balls: TURN AROU--

Ser Prize tapped his feet and looked at his wrist sundial that worked underground somehow.