Part 78: Fuckin' dragons
Now we'll do some training for real. First we'll--

FUCK OFF!

Prick. Anyway, we'll start off with some friendly circus antics.



I'm considering changing his name to Pennywise. If he's going to lure children into the sewers, he needs to be faster. This means more waterfall time.







He didn't say anything about writing notes to children telling them when they'll die.

Too late! I already sent Frank out to deliver them.




The real question you should ask is "Should I read it?".

This is a good a time as any to take Frank out training.






Then you're not trying hard enough. Back to the circus with you!

Alright. Let's try another training session.





You FUCKER! I am going to beat you and Holly until you're quivering heaps!

Answer it. And be happy. Whoever is at the door's life depends on it.






Huh? If it's good news, I'll stop beating you.


An Invitational fight? Is this one of those dealies I have to win before I'm officially the best in the world?

No need to be sarcastic.


...Oh. Well then, I suppose we'd better get prepared for it.




Ha ha! Good one. Now hand it over.


Fight Club?

It was a bar fight.

I got drunk and beat up some people in a restaurant.

It was Denny's...



You bet. So just who is Francis facing? Is it another retarded suezo?


Jesus Christ!

JESUS CHRIST!

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!

In a bizarre stroke of luck, the dragon's fire breath took out the stadium's foundation, literally bringing the house down on top of it. I pulled Francis' charred body out of the rubble in time for him to be declared the victor.


I also yanked off the dragon's horn before we ran for the ER.

It's very pretty, and will probably make a dragon if you play around with fusing lizards and snakes together. But that sounds like too much effort. Plus, I'd rather not have my house burned down.

So now we have to get back to training Frank, once he gets out of the burn ward.