Talk:Hellhound/@comment-201.153.102.57-20160421221351/@comment-27069434-20160501193641

"Unless, of course, you somehow get a hold of raging mushroom supply, which - oh, what a coincidense - I happen to be selling right now!", the mechant chimes innocently. "You filthy rodent! Bloody weasel!", I growl, slowly backing away from my lust-overtaken and slightly split-personality-ish wife. "Aw, you're hurting me saying that!", the trader puts up a little act,-"I'm actually a raccoon." "Fine, gimme the damned mushroom!", I throw her my coinpurse at the last moment. By the time I manage to swallow a mushroom whole, my honey's already at my bosspole. Gyobu-chan, happy to have her pockets full and two quite satisfied clients, is about to leave, when the door slams shut in front of her, locks bolting down. She turns around only to see a Hellhound driven nearly insane my lust and a pissed-off me with mushroom's effect in its peak. 30 days and nights of extreme make-out, Danuki has forgotten about my little heist, my love has managed to subdue the essence of the sword, and we've decided to get her some other host...once my belligerent boner wears off and I'm done doing them, that is.