The guild of knights, that splendid bunch of mighty warriors, demanded me to
join their ranks. And i joined, for i had to defeat an archrival, a bastard
scoundrel. I engaged in furious attempts to to build up my masculine body, and
to gain valour, education, skill and conduct, the four sides of knightly life.
My body remained like a raisin. I had the valour of a chicken. I was as
educated as the louse in my hair, and only skilled in puncturing pimples. In
other words, perfect shape to challenge that farting criminal. I arrived to
Laenor, where I knew she would be waiting. I was walking on a road and
scratching my pretty arse, when a bush nearby swang. 'Hello Florence, I'm
going to eat your feet, not without ketchup tho, they are a bit smelly', she
said. In no time I was engaged in a fierce fight. She quickly broke my sword
with a dashing hit, and raised her axe above my head. 'Farewell Florence, I'm
going to piss on your grave, even though I have no co...'. Suddenly Robin Hood
hops dowm from a tree. ' I will take this to some clueless noobi', he laughed.
Then he snatched the axe from my hated enemy and disappeared in a puff of
logic. I noticed my chance! Shouting merrily 'uliuliuli' I thrust my sword
through her athletic body. Blood, blood, ah so sweet. I finished her with an
elegant circle-kick through the air. I looted the corpse, and my chests are
still full of suffeli from that legendary struggle. the end