The Batlord turns on the light.
It's pretty bad. There's **** leaking out of my shorts and oozing down my legs and into my shoes.
The Batlord is covered in **** in the bright room.
What does he do?
__________________
Quote:
|
Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien
There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.
|
|