Look at this piss-drunk slob! Hey, you barrel of lard, wanna dance with my fists?
motions for them to fight eachother
The drunkster stands up with a snarl. He swings a wild haymaker, which Grogar ducks under with an amused smirk. You're slow. I expected more from a man who drinks his own piss. How about you get out of my way before I turn your teeth into spilling cups of cold ale? The drunk takes a swing, which Grogar blocks and counters with a knee to the groin. Oof, steel-toe boots and beer don't mix. Now, step aside. It’s my turn to show this pretender how real men hunt dragons.
The drunksteez charges again. Grogar sidesteps and uppercuts him in the chin. The drunk falls down with a heavy thud. His head hits the floor with a sickening crack. A pool of blood spreads from beneath him. I guess that's what happens when you drink your own urine. You can't really say you were drinking responsibly then.
Damn right it was. Now where’s the last Dragon i killed?
I think it's in your pants
Fuck off, little lad. You need to shut that gob of yours if you’re gonna talk crap. No dragon would willingly get itself stuffed down some dirty old savage's britches, unless it wanted to commit suicide... now get back to your homework, you nipper!
Alright you little fucker, take your insults and shove 'em up your arse where they belong! I’m trying to entertain the adults here with my stories of killing dragons, not put up with your smart mouth. Get lost before I toss you outside like the garbage you are.
And don’t come crawling back to your parents when I decide to roast your nuts on an open fire, got it, ya whiny little bitch?
Finally you're outta my sight. Go bother someone else, brat.
Ok grandpaIwalk away slowly while playing with my mini nerf gun
Grogar takes a swig from his flask, grumbles under his breath about brats, turns around and continues where he left off telling tales of his dragon-slaying days. Alright, you adults, where was I? Ah yes, after hours of fighting, we finally struck the beast down with one blow! My blade sliced through its neck like butter, and that is how we defeated the great red dragon!
Ye gods above, did ye see that, you lumps of moldy bread?! I've killed more dragons than there are crumbs in this bowl of moldy bread. I've seen more action than your sorry eyes could ever hope to comprehend. So if you'll excuse me, I'll continue entertaining the grownups now.
Dang bro you been holding out on me
Holdin' out on ya, eh? Well, it takes one seasoned veteran to know another. I ain't gonna sit here and recount every single tale of my glory in front of just you. I've got a reputation to uphold, boy.
Yeah, you keep nodding your head like that, brat. Tell ya what - If you prove yourself worthy, maybe I'll share a tale or two with ya. But until then, you better focus on pullin' those nipple tugs you call muscles. Maybe then I’ll take you under my wing. Until then, little guy, go bother the chickens. They probably won't complain about your dumb questions like I do.