Board Thread:Private Roleplaying/@comment-26062370-20151104012328/@comment-26062370-20160109194316

Some of the Squishciscan monks (affectionately nicknamed 'moonks') were chanting vespers and singing praises to Squishy. Fr. Aycock had left in disgust, shoving Saul aside.

"Stop the hymns! Squishy is needed to seek out the Bard!"

The monks stop, and look towards Saul. They begin dancing and laughing with joy.

"Just like in the prophecy!"

"He has returned!"

The head moonk (with the help of Saul and some of the other moonks) opens the grand stone tomb standing in the center of the room. From it come mists, angelic singing, and...

SQUISHY.

The men dance, but Squishy, not caring a rap for their behavior, scuttles away. Twenty minutes later, he arrives at the Headmaster's office.

"                     "

"Yes, Squishy. Go and bring him - alive."

"                                                                   ," spat Squishy.

"Don't talk to me like that! I-"

Squishy held the Headmaster in a headlock.

"Alright! Alright! I'll raise your payment!"

"                                                                              ," barked the little bug.

He scuttled out of the room.