Wheeling Gull Isle now i think it's high time you lie down and bleed

oh - that did it. she (he!!) had gone too far. murgash sat up abruptly and turned around, giving her the stinky eye. "well, ye aint no peach either, dickface." he replied hotly, peering at his member to ensure it was not as small as she said it was.

his ego was sufficiently wounded, enough that he wasn't really playing around anymore. with an indignant huff he walked right by maude towards the small cove that marked the island's northern reach. here he would collect his seaweed and swim back to blackrock depths; hopefully the sea would act as a salve on his wounded ego and maude would be entirely forgotten.