I've still got the taste of steak (sauce) on my mind.
And upon really chronic spammers shall I pelt prairie oysters!
Those things are awful.
Whens the next story installment?\\\\
I'm trying to update this fairly regularly. It depends on whether I decide on what to write and what to save for a future installment.
This one might actually be much longer.
Three Cowboys The Bullman introduced the Space Cowboy to the sites and sights of Armor Game City citing the notable persons. A rather large shield-shaped building towered over the meager housing of the citizens. This was the sheriff's office headed by the liaison to the higher powers. The sheriffs, or magistrates as they were referred to whenever they felt the need to sound more important than they truly were, had the power to eject all persons into orbit by means of slingshot or trebuchet; the choice was up to the launchee, except for the most heinous, who were subject to the whim of the magistrate. The duo approached the front doors of the building, but were stopped by two armored guards.
"Halt! None shall pass by order of the Queen Magister," the guard on the left exclaimed.
The other guard rapped him on the head with his halberd. "It's Queen Magistrate! A magister's a dude and not even the same as a magistrate. Didn't you read man pages?"
"Dude. We got female knights and you worry about me calling the Queen Magistrate a dude? And yeah, I read the man pages."
As they argued, the Bullman and the Space Cowboy entered the sheriff's office.
"Here we are," the Bullman said. He turned to the Space Cowboy, noting his expression. "Yeah, it's usually this empty."
"Then who administers the law?"
"That would be the Rainbow Gang. You saw the spammers being slapped with Steaks of True Meat? Yeah, the Rainbow Gang is quite busy. They never passed the magistrates test--they are too uptight you know, down with the book, strict to the rules," the Bullman explained.
"What?"
"The Moobes
are libertarian, you know? Free to do... just don't annoy people, especially not the 4... Never mind."
At that moment, they heard the strangest wail. A goose had entered through the front door. A snippet of the argument outside slipped through before the door slammed shut. "And yeah, I know her name is not 'Charlie'."
The goose wailed, "Oh someone help me. The Rainbow Gang took my beau gander at bowgun point. All he was doing was resting on the bough 'gainst the trunk of the sword tree and they cited him for sleeping in public!" She waddled to the Bullman and the Space Cowboy. "Pleae help. My beau gander was taken. He's wearing a blue Union cap and brogans. I always told him those boots would be trouble. His feet were killing him, so he flew up to a tree to rest."
"Yep," the Bullman said. "This is Armor Games."
