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"what the i thought you were trying to be friends you sell out!!" "Not the time! Not the time! Argue later!" Dur shrieks as he bolts for the rear exit.
Dur leaps from the table chittering loudly, and reaches into a rucksack for his trusted weapon. After a moment, he pulls out an impossibly large looking treebranch-- one that is even bigger than he himself is. Taking it in both hands, he lets out a shrill goblinoid war cry. "SMASHEM DA TOESES!"
Wix looks at Hak, Ranger and Darnek, shrugs and begins licking the mashed potatoes off his feet.
Durwix scurries up into a chair, but can still barely see over the top. After a moment of consideration, he climbs onto the tabletop itself and plants himself there, resting his feet in a plate of cold mashed potatoes. He, like Hak, pulls a leg of meat and begins gobbling it down with very audible chewing sounds. |
