"So I the eyerocks."
"You said you called them eye guys."
"I like eyerocks better."
"Ok I feel stupid for asking, continue."
"Anyway the eyerocks are the original inhabitants of this sweltering awful place, they live underground."
"What do they normally eat?"
"Do you always interrupt when people talk?"
"Just you." Trezlan looked at me with perturbance, I mean I did ask for his help, but he was taking so long to get to the point of the issue! The man lives to ramble, and make shit up, and then ramble about the shit he just made up. I seriously wanted to edit a lot of his religious material with the actual Trezlan, but I'm pretty sure no one would believe how annoying the real one is.
"So anyway eyerocks have taken all of the people here, they have a settlement not too far from here, underground of course, where the people are, or should be."
"And you had to wait until one almost ate me because?"
"Theater my dear, theater."
"Trezlan you are the worst."
"Oh take pictures, to show people when you inevitably annihilate every living thing down there and no one has any clue what you did other than you."
"Hate you so much."
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