Loose lips make shorter trips

4 more days.. 4 more days.. 4 more days.. echoed through poor grizz’s head as he was stuck in a foreign land of ugly creatures, with terrible teeth, and deadly austrian vultures that could swoop in at any moment to steal your first born if not watched closely. The weather was a curious shade. He questioned how any vegetation could exist in this land with any sunlight??? As a last effort on the verge of starvation, he and his trust sidekick “the coozie” ventured for miles past war torn religious establishments and through what were undoubtedly active mine fields. Finally they were able to track down some the last mouth fulls of fried pheasant on this god forsaken island. 4 more days.. 4 more days.. After night fall, the creatures grew larger and scarier. Eventually all there was left to battle these demons was a barrage of metal riffature. Then from afar, a loud shrill arose and Sir Peavey had fallen. The one with the crimson hair’s abilities to persevere were crimpled instantaneously. With his last strength he reached out to Grizz and whispered the words “help me”. After a brief moment of trial and error Grizz was able to pick up the crimson knight and place him back upon his trusty steed. The battle was won and eventually all the creatures retreated. The dead were laid to rest and they rolled on.