Los Chimpos Ride Again
You burp quietly and then extend a hand and offer a greeting.
The figure steps out of the shadows and takes your hand gently.
"Greetings, sir," a muffled voice says. "I bring news."
You stare, as your hand is grasped by what seems to be a... well.
Blinking, you take in the figure.
They are tall, seven feet if an inch, and are clad head-to-hoof in a ninja costume.
'Hoof'?
Yes, Harry, you tell yourself. They have hooves and, infact, you are holding a rather nimble hoof in your hand.
Studying the head of this ninja you realise, with a start, that it seems to be a giraffe.
You can see the little pointy nubbins on the top of it's head poking out of the costume.
Dropping the hoof, you step back and stare at your companions.
"Oh, not this prick," Ollie mutters, as Jetpack Sheep chews on a tuft of grass by the side of the pub. "I hate ninjas. And giraffes."
Ninjaraffe awaits your response.
The figure steps out of the shadows and takes your hand gently.
"Greetings, sir," a muffled voice says. "I bring news."
You stare, as your hand is grasped by what seems to be a... well.
Blinking, you take in the figure.
They are tall, seven feet if an inch, and are clad head-to-hoof in a ninja costume.
'Hoof'?
Yes, Harry, you tell yourself. They have hooves and, infact, you are holding a rather nimble hoof in your hand.
Studying the head of this ninja you realise, with a start, that it seems to be a giraffe.
You can see the little pointy nubbins on the top of it's head poking out of the costume.
Dropping the hoof, you step back and stare at your companions.
"Oh, not this prick," Ollie mutters, as Jetpack Sheep chews on a tuft of grass by the side of the pub. "I hate ninjas. And giraffes."
Ninjaraffe awaits your response.