Date with Warlords

We moseyed down over to the local funhause, down in Brioche. I, a sweet-and-sour gonzo journalistmo with my tangy suit-jacket that made all the non-binary lizard people scream "Why do you dance?"

Anywho, mayhaps my warlord friend and I "Spungky" went to my funhause, down in Brioche. The light were dimmed, they handed us our rifles. I lit a roach and watched from cover as the curtain parted.

There, on stage, the PIEG eyed us warily. Dressed as P0MP0 he was, like a delectable spaghetti. He wheeped and whooped and pop-corned all about the stage, just as P0MP0 did NOT before the battle of the Bannerlands (Ca. 1347).

"Spungky," between fits of coughing, called out to me. "He is not CALM," he brayed. "PIEG Is not CLAM!"

For a sweet moment, we were all not afraid to die.