Frank E Gibbard Posted December 12, 2012 Share Posted December 12, 2012 Christmas Day in the castle, Squire Lancelot is seeing what he's got. One shitty parcel, not a lot he mused after a year bashing dents in armour. "Now what is this here? oh bollocks" from that outline shape it's clear, sealed by a red ribbon favour and on vellum parchment was scribed thereon: "To my dearest and favourite knave Lance. From Auntie Guinevere." Let's see if by any chance, "Yes fucking hell! Just as I suspected - only another sodding I spun this myself useless article, a soft gauntlet. Young Lancelot threw it down as knights it's said have done. Maybe he'd get a real one yet, well he was almost twenty-one. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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