The Wedding of McLass

[lass of something much]

*Pus her walky-talky in her belt*

[Scott McLamok]

*Waits in the cold, dark, lonely box*

[lass of something much]

*Lights the fire, which starts to warm the whole room, and thus the box*

[Scott McLamok]

*Starts to get baked*

[lass of something much]

*Doesn't know this, so just continues happily being warmed*

[Scott McLamok]

*Slowly turns into a strudel*

[lass of something much]

*Happily makes pancakes with evil faces on them*

[Scott McLamok]

*Slowly and painfuly dies*

[Mara the Wolf]

*Slips poison in McLass' next meal*

[lass of something much]

*Open the box and goes to offer Scott pancakes, without poison*

[Scott McLamok]

Heuge?

[Mara the Wolf]

Here you are, Sir Scott. A delicious glass of Irish coffee...

*Laced with poison*

[lass of something much]

*Gets a fright and almost imbeds her pickaxe in Sika's skull*

Oh, it's just you

[Scott McLamok]

Here you are, Sir Scott. A delicious glass of Irish coffee...

*Laced with poison*

No, thanks. I'm not Irish

[Mara the Wolf]

But Irish coffee has delicious alcohol in it. You're a man, right? Men drink alcohol, don't they?