It wasn't quite half an hour before the three brothers re-grouped and it was immediately evident that their plans were as successful as War had assumed they'd be.
Famine had a large white stain on the front of his top with small pieces of chocolate sliding slowly down. Pestilence had a large bump on his head from being hit by a walking stick and War had a split lip from being punched, a scratch along one cheek that might have still had a piece of red-painted false nail embedded in it, and his right shin was throbbing from the kick the child had given him.
"Shall we go home?" he asked.
The other two nodded their heads glumly. They wanted to be back playing their games and War was determined not to miss Top Gear.
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The Four Wotsits of the Doodad
AdventureDeath, War, Pestilence and Famine - the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse - have been hanging around for so long waiting to being about the end of the world, they've forgotten who they really are. War is a Top Gear groupie, Fam (the Man) cheats at Mon...
