Kishiwa

"I'm hungry!" McQeulin whined as they borrowed some snow gear from a nearby shop, using Sanvilus' money. "And cold...I know how to fix this!" McQeulin grabbed Sanvilus' Indestructible Fireplace Poker and began to stab himself repeatedly. Dubya tried to step in and Sanvilus stopped him, laughing as he did so. When McQeulin had finally decapitated himself with the Fireplace Poker, his body and head fell to the ground. Sanvilus nudged Dubya. "Watch this..." He was snickering to himself, waiting for McQeulin to come back. About ten minutes passed and there was no sign from McQeulin. Dubya smacked Sanvilus in the back of the head. "Good one. He'

"Get in the car." Dubya said as he pointed to, what looked like if a Big Rig and a Purple Volkswagen had a child. "That's a car!?" Elf Guy looked at the extremely large doors and tugged on the door handle in order to open it. When he finally pryed it open he looked in the back and laughed. "Is that a couch!?" He quickly climbed onto it and sat there and, having recieved his laptop back from Sanvilus, began to surf the internet. "No no. That's the backseat of a Lincoln Continental Mark IV from the 1970s. Ancient, I know, but it's a very nice touch." Dubya yawned as he climbed into the drivers side, and Sanvilus sat in the passengers side sea

"And then I woke up here." Sanvilus said, still tied up in his chair. "Why did you take so many precautions?" The large man lowered his shotgun and shook his head. "A lot of guys come here trying to kill me." He let out a shrug and then looked down at the landmines, disarming and picking them up. "I get tired of killing you mooks." Sanvilus looked aggrivated and angered by this. "I'm not a mook! I am the great Sanvilus Wendingix!" The man shook his head and then let out a sigh. "Good for you. I don't care." He had finished collecting all of the landmines and he put them on the side of the room, and then began to untie Sanvilus. "So, if you