I carved a lance out of carbon dust and the corpses of trees. In secrecy I named it after myself. This my single claim to professional honour.
Now all that is required of me is that I find a weak spot on the dragon's belly and plant it there.
Such is the nature of my daytime job.
I've been handsomely paid to slay this ancient beast. Yet I dally and I hesitate. I sometimes think it will kill me first.
2 comments:
Ah, those fuck*** lists... -_-'
Hugo
Not lists, tables :)
and...er...."ing" ís not a four letter word :)
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