Dos

"B5!" yelled SRD from inside his cave, his coarse voice bouncing off the walls and echoing throughout the kingdom.

No answer.

His blood boiling quickly (as usual), SRD drew in a harder breath and let loose a scream that echoed throughout the kingdom - the type that could have done any banshee-in-training proud.

"B5! Where the HELL are you? What the f*$# is wrong with you people? Ahh... its so damn hard to get good help these days... you young people know next to nothing... what do they teach you people in school anyway? Your parents didn't teach you anything about life! I tell you... people these days..why are you all so stupid!!"

A steady, soft plodding could be heard at the entrance of the cave.

"You hollered for me.... Sir?" a steady voice asked, cleverly masking the owner's anger at the SRD's words.

"Yes, you idiot!" spat SRD viciously, nostrils flaring and eyes blazing with anger.

"Whassup?"

"Take a LOOK yourself!!" SRD screamed while throwing a fairly large parchment into the general direction of B5's scrawny frame.

B5 calmly opened the parchment and quickly reviewed his latest masterpiece. And found the source of SRD's discontent...a grape juice stain the size of a fairy's fist.

"That's strange...how did that stain get there?" mused B5 aloud.

"How would I know?" "All I know that you f#&*#$ *% big time AGAIN, you FOOL! Simple thing like that also dunno... what the #W$&*%@*#$(*%#^$#*!!"

"Okay... I'll redo the thing...don't freak out" sighed B5.

"You'd better, and in double-quick time, you @##$*(^(#%)&*($^&!!!!!!!"

And the SRD continued ranting and swearing at our poor hero for a good two hours.


Poor guy.