Light skipped around like Mohammed Ali.
“Been watching ‘Ali’ Have we?” asked D’ark.
“‘Floats Like a Butterfly, Stings Like a Bee’,” corrected Light.
“Smells like a buffalo, sings like a flea more like. Is that one of your Achilles heels, BO?”
Light smelled his armpit, giving Lord D’ark the chance to punch him in the stomach. There was a clunking sound. “Sounds like a girdle.”
“Is that a hurdle?” rhymed the D'ark Goblin.
“You cannot just make up random rhymes,” vociferated DL, “have you decided whose side you are on yet?”
“I shall remain neutral like Switzerland did in the war.”
“They ended up with all the Nazi gold.”
“You will end up in a Nazi toehold in a minute,” threatened Light as he grabbed for D’ark’s legs.
Lord D’ark hopped away from Light, “What’s a Nazi toehold? I think you just made that up.”
“You could have a Herman Goering bear hug,” suggested DG, “or a Rudolph Hess dress.”
The Dark Lord blocked two of Light’s punches, “I think that goodness potion has the added side effect of stupidity. As if a Rudolph Hess dress is a wrestling move, or would ever be one.”
“The Nazis were as evil as you are,” announced Light.
“Why thank you,” thanked DL, “I’m pleased you noticed. I had thought my PR campaign didn’t quite bring that across.”
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The Goblin Adventures
FantasiWe meet Ugbash, Pan Head, Wibble, Wobble, Chop and Idunno from The Crying Pennant in a short serialised story where they go hunting for squink. Then we meet Bip, Bop, Battam, Ugz, Bugz and Tongs the Goblin Space Marines who along with Sergeant Griml...
