doom brunch

[Drunk Monk]

Tossing the mic to Maestro Yeti.  

Two years later, PPFY picks up the mic and there's a clandestine meeting with DM in J-town, one so powerful that tQ, now far away de-foxtailin the eyes of feral kittens, felt the disturbance and could only say 'Da-amn!'

Thanks for lunch, brother.  Twas good catchin up.  I'm still amazed we still make a living in swashbucklers.