Missed Penumbrae
My cousin the private detective showed me pictures of her canoodling with Penumbrae.
Her cousin, the private detective, kept following me around. I thought he was an assassin and siccâd my hobos on him. The goblin lawyers attempted to sue me for the funeral, but when I put up Alandis as my alibi, wellâŚthatâs when things completely sunk.
So I hadnât seen Karaatu since we got run out of Dalaran. I am so tired of being chased by angry mobs! If two consenting adults choose to beat each other senseless for booze money, why should that choice be taken away from them? Weâre job creators for goodness sake.
Anyway I had sneaked us back into the sewers and we had some moonshine and had some fun. It didnât last, it never does, but it was a good time all the same.
I drank all of her moonshine and got her name wrong. I woke up hungover in an empty moonshine barrel going over a waterfall.
Letâs not pretend this isnât a normal Saturday night for you.
How many times did I have to go pick you up after some cadets found you half dead under the waterfall in Northshire?
No wonder Stinky hates water so much.
Found her over a barrel supposedly giving Qamaits mouth to mouth resuscitation. While the um⌠view was pleasing I was very disappointed we didnât even make it to the perfunctory honeymoon, which in Sixennâs case is giving whatâs left of her lawyers a financial statement. So, feeling down, decided to join the usual tavern gang to see what all the fuss in the Dal sewers was all about. /sigh
I thought we were getting along very well but it turned out that they were just⌠trolling⌠me. I then embarked on a epic crusade of terrible puns until they gave me the boot.
Seriously that was all I got out of it⌠one boot!
Only one laugh out of her. Seriously? I started calling her YamaHA! and whoa, that powered a lot of anger. She left on her motorcycle she called the Yamato wearing her finest Yamaguchi shoes. hear Bugs Bunny saying, âThis means war.â /sigh
She seemed to enjoy her time with us in the Dalaran sewers, helping with the moonshine business and collecting the bets for the hobo fights. But my obsession with catching the rumored giant sewer rat interfered with our relationship.
I told her that rat was a trap! Something about the way the thing walked on two legs just seemed odd to me every time we caught a glimpse of it. Now here we are, tied up behind some secret door, while some Van Cleef girl is monologueing at us. Iâm not even paying attention to what she has to say right now. Iâm far more interested in why she hasnât taken off her rat suit yet.
Because the rat suit is soft and itâs cold in the sewer.
I didnât believe them they talked about the rat suit and then it became worse when she revealed a alligator-rat hybrid suit.
I call it the ratagator.
Havenât I divorced you before?
STOP SNEAKING BACK INTO MY HOUSE!
Actually, you have not. Welcome to divorce number one. Ze goblins have it down to a relatively painless science now.
As for sneaking into the house? Well, how hard could it be? Itâs just four sticks and a tarp. I own the tarp now. Thanks boys. Nods at goblins
Were like drugs to one another no matter how it ends we just keep going back to each other. This time we broke it off because she objected to me wanting to name the road the Glory Road.
She doesnât get my dark humor.
I guess Iâm a glutton for punishment. Every time I get with Gornur I end up getting burned, literally. Iâm not sure what I was expecting but after once again suffering second degree burns because I didnât laugh at one of his jokes. Iâm back in the Dalaran burn unit looking for a good lawyer.
She contacted my uncle at the law firm regarding a possible personal injury suit against Gornur. He didnât take the case though since Gornur has no assets to speak of and is what we call âjudgement proofâ. We did offer my cousinâs âdisposalâ services which she couldnât normally afford, but heâs training his son to take over the business some day. But she declined. Silly girl.
Gets down on my knees and begins separating our Funko Pops into two piles in the courtoom.