…Course, Digger would be nothing without the dialog too. The footnote in entertaining and informative and the information about the trader is just funny as all get out.
Hee, my boyfriend would totally agree about the dark arts of accounting. I come home and talk about work and I can see his brain shut down. Probably a defense against the evil.
Thank you Fixer-Wolfie, it’s 0247 where I am, and i was contemplating sleeping in a bed that hadn’t just been sprayed with ballistic tea fired by snorting-laughter, despite how old fashioned and out of date this not-dripping-wet-bed thing is. Fortunately the matter will no longer arise.
Also I knew necromancy and accounting were somehow linked: after all, the only two things in the world that are unavoidable are Death and Taxes (and, lately, ballistic tea, and affronted soggy dust mites) so surely necromancy and accounting logically follows.
And the image of indignant, dripping dust mites just tickles the HELL out of my funny-bone, thank you for passing that along. Narrowly avoided choking on a cookie.
…Course, Digger would be nothing without the dialog too. The footnote in entertaining and informative and the information about the trader is just funny as all get out.
“That Trader Samuel? Never heard of him!”
Sorry, sometimes I think in punchlines.
Come to think of it, sometimes I talk in punchlines, too, which has gotten me in trouble on occasion…
“The dark arts of sorcery necromancy and accounting”
I do love how your mind works.
Hee, my boyfriend would totally agree about the dark arts of accounting. I come home and talk about work and I can see his brain shut down. Probably a defense against the evil.
That man’s nose is enormous.
That dude really reminds me of the druid, I wonder if his back looks like the underside of a sheep? XD
Thank you Fixer-Wolfie, it’s 0247 where I am, and i was contemplating sleeping in a bed that hadn’t just been sprayed with ballistic tea fired by snorting-laughter, despite how old fashioned and out of date this not-dripping-wet-bed thing is. Fortunately the matter will no longer arise.
Also I knew necromancy and accounting were somehow linked: after all, the only two things in the world that are unavoidable are Death and Taxes (and, lately, ballistic tea, and affronted soggy dust mites) so surely necromancy and accounting logically follows.
And the image of indignant, dripping dust mites just tickles the HELL out of my funny-bone, thank you for passing that along. Narrowly avoided choking on a cookie.
Accounting! Truly he is a most ominous figure indeed.