Go
deep throat
a cactus
Wessex hadn’t yet realized who was out there, who it was that set the trap, until Edy’s indignant croak echoes down to her. At which point, she just has to break through the rest of the cellar door to confirm it, sending chips of wood everywhere. Huh. That broke way too easily, perhaps it hadn’t been maintained as well as -
Get outta there, you! Earns an equal screech in response, one large, black eye focusing on the Rapacious before it suddenly retracts out of sight. Did it work? Did the smell of cow and sheep piss and the surprise of getting caught drive it way or just into hiding?
She may never know, because “Edy!?Why?! precedes the General’s leather-butch-babe clad torso as she pops up like a bewildered blonde tulip in a too-warm Deepfrost. Gesturing to the piss puddle forming, the bits of balloon left on the steps, and the porta-potty smell in the air, Wessex appears so baffled at the unique turn of events, she doesn’t even know what to say.
Get outta there, you! Earns an equal screech in response, one large, black eye focusing on the Rapacious before it suddenly retracts out of sight. Did it work? Did the smell of cow and sheep piss and the surprise of getting caught drive it way or just into hiding?
She may never know, because “Edy!?Why?! precedes the General’s leather-butch-babe clad torso as she pops up like a bewildered blonde tulip in a too-warm Deepfrost. Gesturing to the piss puddle forming, the bits of balloon left on the steps, and the porta-potty smell in the air, Wessex appears so baffled at the unique turn of events, she doesn’t even know what to say.
