The guards looked at the corpse, and then to Colon. He cleared his throat, feeling a little hot under the chainmail.
"Well, it seems clear to me that-"
"Holy sausages!" It was Nipkin, one of the new recruits, pointing at a suspiciously shaped...item lying in the shadows a few feet away. "Is that his....holy sausage?" Guard work certainly could be unsettling, but Nobby saved him the distress - or *some* distress - by sidling over and picking it up. And taking a large bite out of it.
"'S a zucchini, Sarge. A Sto-Hilt Select."
Colon smiled grimly. "The courgette cudgeller strikes again!"
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Date: 2012-02-04 05:57 am (UTC)"Well, it seems clear to me that-"
"Holy sausages!" It was Nipkin, one of the new recruits, pointing at a suspiciously shaped...item lying in the shadows a few feet away. "Is that his....holy sausage?"
Guard work certainly could be unsettling, but Nobby saved him the distress - or *some* distress - by sidling over and picking it up. And taking a large bite out of it.
"'S a zucchini, Sarge. A Sto-Hilt Select."
Colon smiled grimly. "The courgette cudgeller strikes again!"