Sustra said nothing, continuing down the forest path. She
rather liked the scenic view of acres of trees splashing autumn colors over the
rolling hills.
“Our next mission will be to find the God of Fall, and
string her up by her ankles! Try Falling then, you harvest-haired trollop!”
Sustra glanced up at the vocal cloth adorning her head.
“Your puns are slacking again.”
Dogoro scoffed. “You’re give me nothing to work with, damn
you! Must you always be so silent? This is why everyone says you have no
personality!”