A/N: Another chapter. Thanks for the reviews! Enjoy! :D
Immadoofus cautiously walked into the little Gaulish village where Asterix lived. He peered around nervously, but no one seemed to notice him. He strolled on, when he was met by a fat Gaul carrying a menhir.
"Hullo, Asterix!" Obelix called. "I couldn't find you after getting the boars, so I came back here."
"What boars?" Immadoofus mumbled dumbly, rubbing the side of his head. Then he realised the Gaul was carrying an enormously large rock, possibly twice his own height, with no difficulty at all!
"How are you doing that?!" he exclaimed, staring. Obelix looked confused. He glanced at the menhir.
"Asterix, are you feeling all right?" he asked, concerned for his friend's wellbeing. "You know perfectly well that I fell into the cauldron of magic potion as a baby, and it has a permanent affect on me. So Getafix doesn't let me have any, and it's no fair!"
"Oh, yes, of course!" Immadoofus said. "And, remind me, who might Getafix be?"
"The druid, of course." Obelix glanced at his friend. "Are you sure you're all right?"
"Yes, fine," Immadoofus waved him off.
"I found some Romans," Obelix continued. "I was going to bring one back to you, like a promised, but they had an important package to deliver to Centurion Crismus Bonus, so they weren't very cooperative." Immadoofus sucked in his breath through his teeth, worried that their plan was foiled, but the stupid fat Gaul seemed oblivious to any change in his behaviour, so he figured it was all right.
"And, did you, erm, find out what that package was?" Immadoofus asked casually, as he walked with Obelix on his final menhir delivery.
"No. It wasn't very big, but it certainly looked odd," Obelix answered, with a puzzled expression. "It's probably just a silly new weapon they think will conquer us." He chuckled.
"Oh, yes, silly new weapon. That's what the Romans are up to," Immadoofus confirmed, wiping nervous sweat from his forehead.
"I caught a few extra boars for lunch," Obelix said. "Still plenty for the feast, of course."
"Er, what's this feast for again?" Immadoofus inquired. He glanced nervously at the bigger Gaul, certain that if he suspected anything, he would be in for a thumping.
"Vitalstatistix and Impedimenta's anniversary, of course!" Obelix answered. "Honestly, Asterix, you're getting worse than me!"
"Must be the, um, the heat," Immadoofus tugged at the collar of his shirt, still sweating profusely.
"No, I think you're just hungry," Obelix said. "I'm hungry, too, so let's cook those boars!"
Immadoofus watched Obelix closely as he ate his lunch, and tried to copy his actions. Holding the boar to his face, and eating it that way. However, he couldn't eat even half of it, and Obelix picked up on some change.
"That's not how you normally eat boar!" he said.
"I-it's not?" Immadoofus gulped.
"No, you usually eat it in pieces. A silly waste of time, if you ask me, but everyone eats boar his own way."
"Oh, er, yes, I agree. A waste of time. So I tried it your way! But, my way is more… clean…"
"Suit yourself," Obelix said, concentrating on his third boar.
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