Tiki's scribblings

Berith pulled at his tie. "I'm under pressure."

"Not from Headquarters."

"There is no Headquarters. From somewhere south...." He nodded his horned head, as if Raziel were supposed to fill in the blanks.

"South? Your dick?" Raziel grinned.

Raziel will never run out of successful ways to convince me even further that she is awesome. I'm convinced of it.

I want to hear a reggae version of Titty Fish. Someone absolutely has got make it happen.

And yay for Murderface and Knubbler bonding over weapons-talk. :D