Coffin Henry/ Foul Ol' Ron
Coffin Henry cleared his throat.
"You sure about this, Ron?" He was standing nearer closer to Ron than anyone had stood in a very long time- eventually, your olfactory powers shut down.
"Millenium hand and shrimp!"
He frowned. He supposed he would have to take that as a yes- Gaspode, Ron's thinking-brain dog, had left in disgust some time before. Then again, the position Ron had folded himself into didn't leave much room for doubt.
Henry squinted, and took careful aim.
"Hawk,hawk... ptui!"
There were quiet, slick little sounds.
One finger.
Two fingers.
"Buggrit!"
"Alright Ron, I'm buggering, I'm buggering..."
"You sure about this, Ron?" He was standing nearer closer to Ron than anyone had stood in a very long time- eventually, your olfactory powers shut down.
"Millenium hand and shrimp!"
He frowned. He supposed he would have to take that as a yes- Gaspode, Ron's thinking-brain dog, had left in disgust some time before. Then again, the position Ron had folded himself into didn't leave much room for doubt.
Henry squinted, and took careful aim.
"Hawk,hawk... ptui!"
There were quiet, slick little sounds.
One finger.
Two fingers.
"Buggrit!"
"Alright Ron, I'm buggering, I'm buggering..."