…What?
Kirtu heaves the lever with impossible strength. The ground shakes. Somewhere, a distant castle explodes. Kirtu is already walking away, munching the sausage, the helmet still over his eyes. kirtu comic
Kirtu crosses his arms. The helmet slips over his eyes. …What
Tomorrow. I negotiate for ketchup.
Last time, one of them threw up on my boot. I’m not impressed. munching the sausage
Kirtu lets go. He pulls a crumpled, half-eaten list from his loincloth.
See? System works.