It was by now somehow common knowledge that the llamlingmen was at the residence of one Chrisps McBoner, who lived in West Hartlepool. It seemed unto me that he was being framed for the crime, and I wasn't falling for it. In fact, i was secretly hoping that Chrisps McBoner would have sufficient knowledge to join me in my fuzzyly outlined quest and help a MIGS out.
I arrived at his residence and knocked at the door. A tubby lard belly faced me. Not good. He had loads of stubble and a Fu Manchu style moustache. Oh Pool. As I finally succeeded in looking around his disgustingly obese body, i saw the man I had seen in the photo, Chrisps McBoner, tied to a wall with cheese string. The lard belly jumped on me, right in the ribs, and the ink pen I kept in Flo's blazer pocket smashed in half, drenching me with ink. Luckily, this caused me to go scitz at the offender and I quickly own3d him, ripping his fatty flesh apart and drinking deeply from the wounds. After i had eaten the whole person, I untied Chrisps (he looked at me in a strange way) and he begged me not to eat him
''Yagenschlein'' I proclaimed
''Oy-chi-mi-chi!'' he replied
''Do you???''
''...''
''Never mind just join me on my quest''
''what quest?''
''I don't rightly know yet, but it's sure as hell random!''
''Why didn't you say so? Of course i will''
And so I had a new companion... or did I?
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