The making of a legend...
Well, you see, here's how it happened.
I was all like "Hi hi fiddley dee, being a pirate's all right with me..." and then from behind me, a HOBGOBLIN shrieked "DO WHAT YOU WANT!" and I looked back at him with a "whuh?" expression. He got pissed off, ran up to me, and yelled in my face with his tooth breath "Cause a PIRATE IS FREE!" and I backed away, but he pressed on. Finally, a stray cat spoke up and muttered barely audible "You are a pirate."
The hobgoblin stopped yelling at me, ran up to, and ate the cat in one big swallow. He then belched a hairball up, turned towards me, and I ran for it. Behind me, I could hear him yelling "Arr! We got us a map! A MAP! To lead us to a hidden box." Then, from his gurgling gawp, he mawed "that's all locked up with locks." "WITH LOCKS!" he grunted smortingly.
I wondered, was it? "And buried deep away?" I asked. The hobgoblin ran harder. I panted to keep up, my jowls jiggling schematically. Then it hit me. "WE'LL DIG UP THE BOX!" I shouted back behind me. The hobgoblin began losing heart, and I continued "We know it's full of precious booty."
The cat then shot out of the hobgoblin's outstretched throat and lept through the air, 10x faster than the hobgoblin was. The hobgoblin was dead or eating a rock or something. I don't know where it went, that's not the point.
Anyways, the cat mewed "burst open the locks!" I was done for now. If that cat got loose from a hobgoblin spleen, there was no way I could escape. I turned and faced him, only the cat had transformed into the three stooges. Not one, but all three. I caught the transformation straight in the face, keeled over, and was pounced upon by their slapstick antics.
We never did find the treasure, sail the sea, or live free after that. Nope, not after actually meeting them. The Three Stooges are the insanest bunch of misfits ever. They have all the powers of Chuck Norris spread out over them. Moe's martial arts skills and anger, Curly's natural skin armor class of 20,000, Larry's musical and mad dance skills, and Schemp's schnazzy sense of style. You cannot HOPE to defeat that, even with 9999 damage / attack.
I was all like "Hi hi fiddley dee, being a pirate's all right with me..." and then from behind me, a HOBGOBLIN shrieked "DO WHAT YOU WANT!" and I looked back at him with a "whuh?" expression. He got pissed off, ran up to me, and yelled in my face with his tooth breath "Cause a PIRATE IS FREE!" and I backed away, but he pressed on. Finally, a stray cat spoke up and muttered barely audible "You are a pirate."
The hobgoblin stopped yelling at me, ran up to, and ate the cat in one big swallow. He then belched a hairball up, turned towards me, and I ran for it. Behind me, I could hear him yelling "Arr! We got us a map! A MAP! To lead us to a hidden box." Then, from his gurgling gawp, he mawed "that's all locked up with locks." "WITH LOCKS!" he grunted smortingly.
I wondered, was it? "And buried deep away?" I asked. The hobgoblin ran harder. I panted to keep up, my jowls jiggling schematically. Then it hit me. "WE'LL DIG UP THE BOX!" I shouted back behind me. The hobgoblin began losing heart, and I continued "We know it's full of precious booty."
The cat then shot out of the hobgoblin's outstretched throat and lept through the air, 10x faster than the hobgoblin was. The hobgoblin was dead or eating a rock or something. I don't know where it went, that's not the point.
Anyways, the cat mewed "burst open the locks!" I was done for now. If that cat got loose from a hobgoblin spleen, there was no way I could escape. I turned and faced him, only the cat had transformed into the three stooges. Not one, but all three. I caught the transformation straight in the face, keeled over, and was pounced upon by their slapstick antics.
We never did find the treasure, sail the sea, or live free after that. Nope, not after actually meeting them. The Three Stooges are the insanest bunch of misfits ever. They have all the powers of Chuck Norris spread out over them. Moe's martial arts skills and anger, Curly's natural skin armor class of 20,000, Larry's musical and mad dance skills, and Schemp's schnazzy sense of style. You cannot HOPE to defeat that, even with 9999 damage / attack.