Artyem had just returned from a brief campaign in the south, a short mourning was done for his fallen brother, Deltah the ASS PRINCE; who had died shortly after his own return. After taking count of the goods they had claimed from New Ehlerdah, his forces had begun to prepare for a short journey to the lands of Fisdnar, where they would offload these trade goods in exchange for monetary compensation from the great Wizard, Froyoyoyoyoyoyo.
Deltah's young son, Deltah the Rectum Ranger quickly sprinted down the halls of Artyem's house, tripping over a can of Dinty Moore Beef Stew.
"Sire!" he exclaimed loudly upon entering the room, panting heavily from the short sprint.
"The bowlers!... they are back!..." he huffed and snorted out as best he could, snot flying out of his nostrils and saliva leaking from his mouth. "They are... assaulting... the titties and ass alliance!"
Artyem looked up from his trade logs, staring at Deltah in contemplation. "Excellent story, brethren." he said, continuing to take stock of their gold and equipment. "But, my lord, is this not news of importance?" Deltah said, starting to breath normally. Artyem slammed the book shut, stood up and stared Deltah in the eyes.
A short period of silence that seemed to last an eternity filled the room, the look on Artyem's face losing expression slowly but surely while Deltah's face returned to a normal color.
"No."
Deltah left the room, returning to the fields to continue his "training" with Larry.
they touched butts
