by Treadwell » Mon Jun 05, 2006 9:29 am
Someone else had been battling the flux recently, too, though in a slightly different form. Last night saw Richard Aengus whirling and zipping desperately about to avoid two flux bugs on the Dagger's porch. With an epic amount of effort, he managed to lay one bug low with his cane, crushing its chest plate in nicely, and he put one into a nice, permanent sleep with an overdose of fairy dust. On his return home, the king flopped into bed and snored the night away, as a conquering hero should do!
"Looks like a table to me. Do you think it could hold up someone as bulbous as Treadwell?" -- Dr. Brennan, Myrken Wood Rememdium Edificium