THINGS YOU NEVER KNEW
INCIDENT SEVENTEEN: Christmas Calories
It was Christmas Eve on Gunsmoke and everybody was celebrating-the Gung-Ho Guns being no exception. Chapel was still standing in the family room, decorated quite nicely, might I add, and the rest of the cult-err. group were all enjoying a nice Christmas dinner.
Well, what I mean when I say 'everyone' is actually just Monev, the Gale. Everyone else was just watching with something akin to absolute terror as Monev ate everything in sight. The potatoes, the turkey, the cranberries, the rolls, and even a few of the plates.
Knives had warned them all that he physical-fitness-oriented-man's one weakness was a good holiday meal, but now as they watched Monev pile anything in sight into his mouth they realized just how much they'd underestimated the warning.
When Monev began to gnaw on one of the table legs they all decided they'd better retire to bed before someone lost a few fingers or possibly even an arm. They all awoke the next morning to a horrified, blood curling, heart- wrenching scream. Everyone rushed downstairs to see Legato kneeling on the floor next to a giant purple balloon-no, wait, that was Monev-sobbing hysterically. Their "fearless leader" held up a red hat and cried, "Monev ate Santa!"
INCIDENT SEVENTEEN: Christmas Calories
It was Christmas Eve on Gunsmoke and everybody was celebrating-the Gung-Ho Guns being no exception. Chapel was still standing in the family room, decorated quite nicely, might I add, and the rest of the cult-err. group were all enjoying a nice Christmas dinner.
Well, what I mean when I say 'everyone' is actually just Monev, the Gale. Everyone else was just watching with something akin to absolute terror as Monev ate everything in sight. The potatoes, the turkey, the cranberries, the rolls, and even a few of the plates.
Knives had warned them all that he physical-fitness-oriented-man's one weakness was a good holiday meal, but now as they watched Monev pile anything in sight into his mouth they realized just how much they'd underestimated the warning.
When Monev began to gnaw on one of the table legs they all decided they'd better retire to bed before someone lost a few fingers or possibly even an arm. They all awoke the next morning to a horrified, blood curling, heart- wrenching scream. Everyone rushed downstairs to see Legato kneeling on the floor next to a giant purple balloon-no, wait, that was Monev-sobbing hysterically. Their "fearless leader" held up a red hat and cried, "Monev ate Santa!"