“He wuzin big fella, with huge pincherz fer hands, an each of dem were bigger den a CrowBut.”
“They culd slice through a tree er a barrel er bot as easy as ye open a can tuna witch a hatchet.”
“He wusin o’ cold black metil, anteek… all with rivots an spikes an stuff, and th’ ground shook wen he walked past.”
“One o his jams was missin th’ foot; all he had dere wusin black pegleg welded on by ole Wybe.”
“He nere said too much, lo he wuld only talk bout wot he hated th’ most.”
“An wot he hated th’ most, out uv all th’ things in M’Stru, was dat Steam Crow.”
“Heh, he’d go on er on bout that ole van fer miles ata time. Bout how he’d katchem who drove it. An killim.”
“Lo, an hiz name… hiz name were STINK EYE.”
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Ok, all that mass landing on a pegleg… not a good idea at all.
Can you say lawndart?
Slight homage to Wile E. Coyote? Makes me think of cliffs snapping off and faaaaaaallllllllllllling.
Very awesome, loved the ‘audio blog’ this time! I hope ‘the old man of monstru’ will tell more stories to us in the future!