Jan 25, 2011 11:43
Son of a submariner! Son of a sandworm! You'll pay for this!
[Behold one K. Palazzo, literally hopping mad in the desert, looking like he's just lost a battle with the ground from the bruising on his face. Behind him: a castle sinking into the sand, a very deliberate sinking by the looks of it--there's some cheering of "BRAVOOO FIGARO" echoing from it because hot damn, that is a submarine castle--the smoking wrecks of two large machines, and a linefacing Samara.]
You realize this means wa--
[And this is the part where he takes an arrow to the shoulder and goes flying back into the sand. He lays there for a long moment, then raises a shaking hand, one finger pointed.]
And your damn submarine castle makes no sense, you double-crossing chocobo-breeding rebel-hotelier!
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