Yeah, well, take that!
"Don't ye be insultin' me mother! Next time I see ye aroond
these parts..."
Seeing as the only thing you could come up with was a lame "your
mom" joke from junior high, you look around confusedly. All you
remember was falling asleep watching old Star Trek reruns and all of a
sudden, you were getting tossed out of that grody old store. You look
around. And smell around. Immediately gagging, you practically lose
your dinner all over the poo-strewn street. A lady with a cart shoves
you out of the way.
"Outta me way," she mumbles. She is wearing a leather hood
and a raggedy brown, coarse dress, with a dirty apron and under-tunic.
She is shoeless.
You look at yourself. Hmm...still wearing old, torn blue-jeans and a
black Nintendo t-shirt. Well, at least the jeans seemed to fit in...
However the shirt you were wearing is your favorite, and so help the
masses if it's ruined. Being an avid D&D player, you realize the
necessity of currency and a sturdy weapon. You look around for a
shop. Surrounding you are...
"Yeah, well... that's what your mom said!"
