The Legend Of Spoon Paw the Fairly Uneducated

Chapter 6

Panelist: Spoon-Paw

“My master, they are plotting something, I feel it in my bones.”
“Then don’t touch your bones stupid, otherwise don’t worry about them, let
them plot, I will truly enjoy seeing their expressions of surprise when they
see that they lost a war that they had been plotting for a very long time
and then realize how stupid they really are because they lost to a bad guy
who speaks in run-on sentences, so hahahaha.”
The day at Bad Guy Island was very foggy and cold and very tropical and
nice. The guards had been a bit paranoid because they were all wusses and
they all got killed.
“Mr. Not-Nice? I’ve got your smiley-face muffins here like you ordered,”
said the young mongoose.
“I didn’t order a smiley-face muffin, I only order those on Thursdays and
today’s Sunday, and I also only order them when I feel impending doom, but
my seer says there’s nothing to worry about and I trust my seer so you just
shut up smelly pants!” Replied Not-Nice Claw soon before throwing a poisoned
dagger, which he is very skilled with, into the poor creature’s cranium.
After this he drew his fencing saber, which he was also very skilled with,
and ran him through. After this he took his battle-axe, which he won
forty-seven wars with and was in turn very skilled in using, off the wall of
his chamber and to simply put it, he minced him.
“You need a hobby don’t you m’lord?” asked his vixen seer.
“Was it that obvious?”