08-20-2009, 12:52 AM
Dorothy whispered to Mar, "We better make him talk, he seems like he's regained his senses... Ada needs time." She explained.
Mar shrugged a bit, and popped a question, "So uh... How do you like being a thousand foot tall mountain of scaly muscle? Must be tough keeping up with your biceps when you barely can distinguish them from your delthoids."
Mar shrugged a bit, and popped a question, "So uh... How do you like being a thousand foot tall mountain of scaly muscle? Must be tough keeping up with your biceps when you barely can distinguish them from your delthoids."