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Yes, come on in!

Ok

Yes, yes, come in to my cabin, watch your step please.

You Have A Lovely Hombe

Thank you, Horace. Sit, make yourself at hombe. Or would you like to play a game of Billiards in my special room over here?

Oh I Just Love To Play Balls

We’ll get along splendidly, then.

Some wine?

Oh Enough Chit-Chat And Lets Talk Creams.

Go on.

Well I Just Love Creams. Well They Taste Good. And. Oh The Texture An-

…

*Shrnf…*

Smells Of Steel.

*All pretense and friendly affect is dropped, eyes fixing coldly on the boar*

*Advances*

Well I Simply Knew All A Long

*And Horace Delivers A Series Of Funny Kicks And Rageful SMACKS To The Assailant’s Solar Plexus And Hip Bones*

AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DEFL…AAAA…a.aa….aaating….

Hm Hm Hm That Aought To Teach You Scoundrel

*Horace Turns His Handsome Snout To Face YOU*

Rememboar: Dont Go In A Strangor’s House Or Something I Forget

(via micchy-did-nothing-wrong)