User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150303044317


 * Fuzzy Wuzzy wobbles very slightly with every yank, but his armor doesn't give. Instead, it responds to Parlys by sprouting a small missile launcher and firing a rocket at the changeling. The butterfly gives a surprised rumble of alarm.*

* Butler lands on his side, but quickly pushes himself to his hooves and straightens his suit lapels.*

Butler: ...Dear me. If that is what being eaten feels like, I should begin apologizing to the ingredients before cooking. Well... hello, fellows. It seems we are stuck together for now.

I would have my shotgun, Sir Ironworks... Had this monster not knocked it away.

* Butler taps the wall of the dark prison.*