Talk:Hellhound/@comment-4407082-20150131052746/@comment-25330482-20150131162057

Just then a Wurm burst through the wall, slithers up to me and yells: "There you are! Where have you been!? The kids are straving, where the hell are the groceries!" She then grabs me by the wrist and drags me away leaving the Hellhound dumbfounded. I guess it was a good thing I clumsily ran face first into her chest earlier.