Dildo had let in all of the dwarves, much to his own disgust. Gerald the Conservative had informed Dildo of their names as well. They were Vag, Cooch, Cunt, Clit (Cunt's twin), VaJayjay (The obligatory black guy), Muff, Mound, Puntang, Snitch, Snatch, Snootch, Beaver, and the leader, Dan.
"So, Dildo, how would you like to go on…AN ADVENTURE!?" Gerald asked.
"No," Dildo responded, at which point I flew down from the mighty throne of the third-person author and threatened to cut off his chode if he protested, and didn't accept this plot device.
"Fine…fine…" said Dildo, whispering, "Touchy bastard."
Dan began to speak, more eloquently then the rest of the dwarves, "I don't think we should take him, after all, he's not a member of the NRA like the rest of u—"
"FUCK YOU, DAN!" shouted all of the dwarves simultaneously.
"So, about that adventure," said Gerald, after a long and awkward silence.
"Yeah, yeah I'll fucking do it. Just give me a minute, I need to go pack some shit."
"NO PACKING. WE GO NOW," yelled Dan.
"FUCK YOU, DAN."
