Sunday April 29, 2007
Book 8: The Sharp End of the Stick — Part VI: ...And Into The Fire
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Kevyn: Everybody grab a weapon. We need to get out of here.
Elf: Kevyn. . . I'm cursed. Everybody who gets close to me gets killed in nasty ways.
Kevyn: You're not cursed. Sure, Hob died, and we all miss him, but I'm still alive.
Nick: Didn't you get killed, like twice while we've been here?
Kevyn: Nick, you're not helping.
Elf: I. . . Kevyn, Pronto kind of came on to me, and out there in the woods, well. . . He was starting to look pretty good.
Schlock: Except for the star map on his butt-flap. That looked diseased.
Kevyn: Elf, what happened to Pronto wasn't your fault. And if you're worried about
Foolish Pirate: Everybody FREEZE!
SFX: BLAM
Kevyn: . . . Worried about me dying again, please don't, okay?
Elf: Kevyn, there's a bullet hole in your head.
Kevyn: It's not a bullet hole. It's the, umm. . . muzzle.