"Uhhh, yesh." He answered, awkwardly. 'Fack, he caught me, it's going to be like Sargeant Harlys' drills all over again.'
Marco had a flash back to his past as a recruit in the navy.
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"I PUT IN AN ORDER TO THE STEWARD TO SEND ME A SHITLOAD OF BADASSES AND PILLAGE HUNGRY MURDER MACHINES AND INSTEAD ALL I GOT WAS YOU CUPCAKE CAP CLOWNS AND A SIDE ORDER OF FUCK NUGGETS. I CAN TELL AT A GLANCE THAT 50% OF YOU ARE COCKSUCKERS AND THE OTHER 50% ARE COCKSUCKERS WHO'VE NEVER BEEN TOLD TO BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES."
"I'M GONNA SHOVE MY BOOTS SO FAST AND FAR UP YOUR ASSES THAT IT'LL TRIGGER A GEOLOGICAL EVENT. YOU ALL REEK OF POVERTY AND ANIMAL ABUSE. EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE IS A STUNNING ENDORSEMENT OF ABORTION. YOU SHIT STAINS ARE A COLLECTIVE MASTERPIECE OF FAILURE. YOU COCK GOBLINS PROBABLY CRY SO MANY TEARS THAT YOU COULD FLOAT AWAY ON A RIVER OF DOUCHE CANOES. YOU SIGNED UP TO GET POUNDED BY THE CORSAIRS AND PROBABLY CRIED LIKE SISSIES ONCE YOU FOUND OUT THAT THEY DON'T RAPE GONDORIANS. YOU GLITTER-TOED COCK-WRANGLING FAIRY-TINKLE BAG-PUFFIN FUCK-NUGGETS ARE GOING TO GET YOUR COLLECTIVE ANAL CAVITIES STRETCHED SO FAR THAT IT'LL BE LIKE GETTING DOUBLE-FISTED BY FIFTY OLOG HAI."
"I WILL RE-ORGANIZE THE FAILURE THAT IS YOUR LIVES. I WILL FUCK-START YOUR SOUL. I'LL MAKE YOU MONGOLOID ROCK-CHOMPING THUNDER-CUNTS SCREAM HARDER THAN YOUR MOTHERS AFTER HER FOURTH NAIL-HANGER ABORTION. I'M GONNA CHOP OF YOUR SHRIVELED BALLS, PUT 'EM WHERE YOUR EYES SHOULD BE, PUT A SOMBRERO ON YOUR HEAD AND BEAT YOU LIKE A PINATA. HELL, I'LL MAKE YOU SHIT SO MANY BRICKS THAT YOU'LL PUT THE DWARVES OUT OF BUSINESS. BUT FEAR NOT AFTER TWO YEARS I'LL TURN YOU INTO COCK-MONARCHS OF GALACTIC DESTRUCTION."
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Marco gulped. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user]
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"I see." Polly said pushing him playfully, "Wanna get out of here?" She whispered discreetly to Thoruk. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user]
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"You wanna go? You think you're tough, big Dale knight boy? Let's go." One of the men stood up from his seat, tossing a half-eaten mutton chop on to his plate and sizing up Sigeric.
"C'mon Osk, let's show 'em a good time."
His even larger friend grunted and stood up. The first man was six foot two and the second six foot five. The one called Osk moved towards an open area in the streets and nodded his head once at Dimitri.
"Fight." Was the one thing he said. The first man prepared nearby in the empty street, readying to face off against Sigeric.
"No tricks. No weapons, yeah?" He said to the Dalishman.
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