Hey it's me again, sorry for the long wait. I've been sort of busy. Well here it is Chapter 3. Hope you enjoy.

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"Hey Tari," called Gelltor "got your shipment."

"What took you? I called this in a whole 5 seconds ago." Tari pouted

"Sorry, traffic was terrible."

"So, what's up this time?" asked Badrang suspiciously

"What do you mean? nothings up." cooed Tari trying and failing to look innocent.

"Oh, come off it. We know every time you order these things together there's always something going on." Gelltor looked down at her. "So what is it this time?"

"Well… would you believe giant, indestructible, killer roaches are invading cavern hole?"

Both Badrang and Gelltor cocked suspicious eyebrows at her. But before either of them could answer, screaming came from the locked door behind Tari.

" AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! IT'S TRYING TO EAT MY FACE!"

"HOLD STILL, I'LL SQUASH IT WITH THIS CONVIENTLY APPEARING BASEBALL BAT!"

"OW, YOU MISSED!"

"WELL QUIT MOVEN!"

"ENOUGH ARGUEING! THERE'S MORE COMING!"

"OH, YE GODS, THEY SPIT NUCLEAR ACID FROM THEIR PEUTRAD MULTI-JAWED KRALLS!"

"REPENT, REPENT FOR YOUR SINS. FOR JUDGMENT DAY HAS SURLY COME!"

"See… now if you'll excuse me." Tari said lightly, walking over to them. Grabbing the grog from Badrang she poured all of it into one large glass bottle she apparently pulled from nowhere, then stuffing a oiled clothe in the top, she lit it, opened the door to Cavern Hole, yelled "FIRE IN THE HOLE!", and tossed it down. No sooner had she shut the door than an earth shattering explosion rocked the Abbey.

Next Tari strapped two torches to her back, grabbed the third, along with the canned mace, lit the torch, opened the door, and proceeded to destroy the giant indestructible insects with her home made flame thrower.

As Tari was disposing of the evil roaches of doom. The rest of the crew staggered up the steps, blacked, singed, and coughing smoke.

"Man, I hate it when she does that." Tag coughed.

"Yeah." agreed Matthias 2.

"Hey guys." chimed Badrang.

"Oh great, you again. I'd have thought you'd have taken the hint after I slew you." sneered Martin.

Badrang blinked slightly confused, "That wasn't very nice… you now I don't think you like me very much."

"Gee Sherlock, what tipped you off?" shouted Martin.

Badrang's bottom lip began trembling, and before anyone could say something to try and resolve the situation, he shouted, "YOU'RE SO MEAN!", then he ran out of the room crying.

Gelltor reprimanded him, "Nice going, Martin, you just made the Tyrant of Marshanks cry!", then gave him a solid whack to the back of the head.

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