And so it came to pass that for seven long days and seven restful, very restful nights, the one known as skippy was seen only in the river of tears that originated from Scout's toilet.
dead stuffed squirrel's dont flush.
On that last day, the world groaned. For Scout decided that squirrels look good with a swirlie and tread marks.
sigh... it was good while it lasted.
On that day, a used car salesman was born, a goblin delivery driver found his bicycle bent around a quarter, and the prophet known as skippy began to preach his stares.
His first miracle was nothing less than divine inspiration. He sought the creation of a new spell. Summon Rabbit Beasts.
Unfortunately, the eager, toothed warriors seemed directionally challenged, and their fear potential seem less than inspired. They did however make good burgers.
So it was that the Prophetic squirrel began to look for another breed of warrior. One that he could grow and shape into the perfect fighting machine. So it was that Skippy buried some vampires, put a stake in the dirt, and watered them with premium holy water to make them grow big and toothy.
For some reason, they never sprouted. I guess some lep's don't have green thumbs.
