
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:13, archived)

The barman shouts “Oi, I don’t want no poms in ‘ere!” so Wormulus takes a step and jumps forwards, his massive, aerodynamic face elbow makes him fly around in a circle around the bar and then land again in the same spot, making some aborigines clap, excepting him as one of them.
“drinks are on me!” shouts Wormulus, and the whole bar cheered as they balanced all their drinks on his massive neck thigh.
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:22, archived)