Gregory came into our bunkhouse today to talk to the five of us (that's Erik the Red, Soren the Hard-of-Hearing Scribe, George the Yellow, Phil the Conceited, and me) because he has been so far unimpressed with our behavior since the Battle with the Urgur.
"I know Olaf was the comic relief of you guys," he said. "But watching you with my secret cameras has just gotten boring. All you do is sit around."
"And?" I asked grumpily, sensing some sort of Madcap hijinks.
"I want you guys to have some madcap Hijinks," he said, shoving a very beautiful girl into the room.
She wasn't half as pretty as Chia the Mace (the one I made out with), but Chia is perfectly perfect, so that means this new girl was mighty fine on a normal scale.
"Her name is May of Troy, and I'm locking you all in here with her for three days."
With that, Gregory the Hairy slammed the door shut.
We heard a visible click.
"yaaaaaaay..." I moaned.
TO be continued...
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