Skarthion OTP

[Gonff the Mousethief]

*Sighs*

What must a price be put on such exit?
Willingly, or none at all?
Reconciled for thy wrong and dis-drought doings,
Now 'tis only a moment of painful thoughts.
Ne'er could there be a way less fortunate,
Only the path of reused redemption.

[The Skarzs]

*pulls out jackhammer* What about now?

Meh. I have abs.

[Hickory]

I know. *eyebrows*

[The Skarzs]

<_<

[Faiyloe]

You wear a kilt Skarzs, everyone knows. 

[The Skarzs]

Yeah, but it's the way he said it. He wants to chip them off me and glue them onto his belly.

[Hickory]

BECAUSE CONFIDENCE.

[The Skarzs]

*Takes jackhammer bit and makes a hardy tool out of it.*

[Hickory]

*takes out prize anvil, holds it over Mt. Doom* GIVE ME MUSCLES OR THE ANVIL GETS IT

[Gonff the Mousethief]

*takes out prize anvil, holds it over Mt. Doom* GIVE ME MUSCLES OR THE ANVIL GETS IT

(I knew Skarzs forged all of his evil and malice into something)

[The Skarzs]

*takes out prize anvil, holds it over Mt. Doom* GIVE ME MUSCLES OR THE ANVIL GETS IT

Alright. I'll give you muscles.

[Faiyloe]

Seriously, I think he already has them if he is able to hold that anvil out there this long.

[Hickory]

Nah that's just the insane powers of the Anvil.

[Faiyloe]

I think the noxious fumes have gotten to his head... *whispers aside to Skarzs* he thinks the anvils magic  *whispers aside to Skarzs*

[Hickory]

I'll give you noxious fumes! *room fills with lethal gas*