04-02-2021, 08:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2021, 08:27 PM by [ABANDONED] Angus McLeod.)
What the hell? That should have dropped the bastard onto the floor, thought Angus. His head was rattling from his damn fool stunt. What the hell was he gonna do now? He couldn't pay the bastard even if he wanted to, he didn't have the money, but he wasn't gonna work for the bleeding liar either because he had too much pride to work in a butcher's shop. As he saw two punches heading his way, he tried to block them with his arms only to have them hit himself in the face. Maybe it softened the blows, he wasn't too sure.
And he still wanted his money. "Bollocks!" Angus said. "I'll make you another bet, double or nothing." If he said, no, he would have to kick him and make a run for it. How the hell did this butcher get so goddamned strong? Shit!
And he still wanted his money. "Bollocks!" Angus said. "I'll make you another bet, double or nothing." If he said, no, he would have to kick him and make a run for it. How the hell did this butcher get so goddamned strong? Shit!
