Board Thread:Roleplaying Board/@comment-26369190-20150405035756/@comment-26369190-20150407182003

"Oh yes."

Twain simply rolls to the control deck. He paces towards a small compartment, and retrieves a vial entitled 'HPX2O', or, Holy Water, and places it in the chasm where the neck of the being would normally be situated."

"GRAAGH! YOU HICK OF A SCHOLAR, YOU WILL PERISH!"

""GRAAAGH, VOBIS MUNICIPALIS SCOLARIS! PERIBITUS!"

He dissipates.