Lost Creek Hollow too bad, you're not invited, i'm in charge - byeeee

yeah, lumpy! you're damn right it's not a fulfilling job. not when you were being so bold as to assume that you could move the complete lard mass that was aengus. he had done well in his attempts to grow bigger. he wanted to contend with the top dogs – wanted to be one of the best on the block. he was on a strict milk diet, but it had done him well. having the dispensary so close was handy too; this meant that he really didn't want for anything. mom was always ready to sate his need to feed.

unexpectedly, sionnach moved away from her attempts to roll him over and moved on to testing her hand at mountain climbing. she was pretty damn successful. she even managed to get her pee all over his back end. it was warm, though, so aengus found that to be an enjoyable part of the whole wizz-aster. don't kink shame him, alright? he rumbled a pleasant noise before rolling over onto his back and caking his rear end in dirt. then, he released a fart so deadly, it was sure to knock out anyone in the den site.