This is exactly what happens when you pun in her presence, you meowmix mascot. All of the following pun carnage will be your fault and you'll just have to deal with it. Snickering to herself, Cousland nevertheless heaves herself upright (with a little more effort than usual - maybe wearing all this damn plate mail 24/7 isn't such a good idea) and whistles for Dog, who comes thundering down the stairs from his hidey hole to skid to a halt by Lehko's side, stub tail wagging furiously.
"Let me guess. There's no cellar, only some suspiciously spooky looking stairs leading down to ominous altars, chanting cultists, and more undead?"
no subject
Oh boy. Here it comes.
"Hopefully there'll be no claws for alarm."
This is exactly what happens when you pun in her presence, you meowmix mascot. All of the following pun carnage will be your fault and you'll just have to deal with it.
Snickering to herself, Cousland nevertheless heaves herself upright (with a little more effort than usual - maybe wearing all this damn plate mail 24/7 isn't such a good idea) and whistles for Dog, who comes thundering down the stairs from his hidey hole to skid to a halt by Lehko's side, stub tail wagging furiously.
"Let me guess. There's no cellar, only some suspiciously spooky looking stairs leading down to ominous altars, chanting cultists, and more undead?"
I mean. It's happened before.