Talk:Hobgoblin/@comment-26115871-20151215045044/@comment-116.250.217.67-20160305033545

I look at my friend/the goblins, look at myself, look at the hobgoblin, look back at my friend, look at the hobgoblin.

"Huh... I guess we both have a bad taste in friends..." She nods, pouting at little.

"Wanna go get ice cream?"

"YAY! ICE CREAM!" She squeals, jumping up and down. We go get ice cream, and laugh when we see my friend being carried into town by the goblins. He gives me a pleading look when he notices us, and I raise my ice cream at him, a huge grin plastered on my face.