Part 70: Going through monsters like butter through hot knives
I was gonna train up Kilroy's skill, but then we got a surprise visitor.

SANTA! HEY SANTA WHAT FETID WASTELAND DO YOU WANT TO DRAG US OFF TO THIS TIME!?

AWESOME! LET'S GO!



You know, this chicken-cycle rides pretty smoothly.

Right! To looting in the frigid tundra, where hopefully that little stick man will freeze to death.

Or, he could stumble upon a hidden path.


ME SMASH!



No time to cry over artifacts, we have tombs to loot!

What?

I've decided to be more proactive about these things.

You'll see!




BOO-YA!

You bet I am! Come on, Kilroy, let's go dig up shit.

That's right. Fuck both of you, I'm grabbing some real loot for myself.


Correction: MY old mirror. See what happens when you stop sending a monster to do a MAN'S job?

How abooout...

That's right, Kringle. I picked up this bad boy while Kilroy was sniffing around for mint leaves and snakes on sticks.







...Wait. Wait wait wait.

No, shut up. Go back to the arm thing. You mean to tell me that those fuckin' invisible demon things can be summoned?


We are going to test this right fucking now. Holly, Santa, you're coming with me.

SHUT UP! WE DON'T CARE! TEST TIME NOW!

I am going to use that mirror on Phanto and I am going to kick its ass all over god's green earth.


Friends don't drive friends into sanitariums for months on end. Those friends get broken pool cues shoved up their asses once they attain a physical form.




He looks like Shaquille O'Neal.


JESUS CHRIST



He'd better be. I still have a lot of pent-up frustration.

But I suppose I should give him a name, first. Something inside me wants to choose Ardebaran, but I'll leave it up to the general public. And also, we should decide on some jobs for him. I don't know for sure, but I get the feeling that this guy's going to take me all the way to the top.