Splotchy parchment

Journal entry

 * To Jacques LeRouge:


 * What the bleeding bumdiddles are you still doing there? Think I sent you out on a scenic holiday?! Yesterday those winged dungmunchers grabbed Gilbert straight off the walls while he was taking his after-supper wee. How many more men am I going to lose through your incompetence, you cabbage-brained cretin?! You were supposed to build a ballista, as per the instructions I gave you, and kill those flying lizards! If you don’t finish the job in the next two days, I’m going to stuff you full of sulfur and toss you to the monsters for a snack. Perhaps that way you’ll at least somewhat contribute to solving the problem!


 * No Regards
 * Filibert