However, the Fallen Angel's Bishop brother was there, armed with a mouthful of Holy water, which he spat fully upon the dragon, dissolving his decaying teeth, fangs, talons, and most of his scales. The poor fellow slunk home, fit now only for lighting the cigarettes of his fellow dragons with his greatly reduced flame-breath.
Most of the asbestos was worn from the dragon's only dress suit and he suffered from tooth and fang decay, be he attended the funeral of a Fallen Angel anyway, hoping to gain hefty points by scratching dirty words on the elaborate coffin.
However, the Fallen Angel's Bishop brother was there, armed with a mouthful of Holy water, which he spat fully upon the dragon, dissolving his decaying teeth, fangs, talons, and most of his scales. The poor fellow slunk home, fit now only for lighting the cigarettes of his fellow dragons with his greatly reduced flame-breath. Comments are closed.
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