I usually don't laugh at my own posts, but every now and then I type something out that after I read it, I have to scratch my head and wonder what I was thinking. This is one of those times, so, for those not in the room, I hope you find it as amusing as I did.
(Given Ragnar recovers from a belly wound...)
:Ragnar, being the thick skulled walking mountain he is, decided he was hungry this day and felt bloody rare bosk and larma juice would taste much better than bosk stew.
: AND… he was correct. It did taste better than bosk stew. Unfortunately it tasted not so good when it came back up. So what did he do? He returned to the commissary and helped himself to seconds. Can we say wash, rinse, repeat? The third trip to the commissary resulted in butting heads with Sahara and Gheeta. One on one he is not concerned about. Two on one… perhaps he should rethink his position.
: Sahara is the Elder cook. Ragnar likes to eat. Position situation being processed. Gheeta, Healer, Taryn’s right hand. Ragnar always manages to get carved up, banged up, battered. He requires healing. Position being processed. Still no problem. He can eat in his wagon and his Ubara can patch him up…. Oooooooh…. Ubara. Hmmm…. Serious position situation being processed. TILT TILT TILT…. Danger Will Robinson. Pissing off a cook, can do. Pissing off a healer, can do. Pissing off Ubara… EPIC FAIL. Ragnar enjoyed bosk stew for his evening meal.
