One fateful day. A scantily clad behemoth lumbered into the basement. It brought with it a wench so foul and vicious, it could only be known as, "Brittany." For many years, they pillaged the land and burned the villages as chaos reigned. Then, another fateful day, a hero slumbered. He was awaked as the phone rang and was brought next to his ear. "Hello," he muttered, unable to comprehend the horrors that were to befall him that (fateful) day. |
