Dual
RIP Karl 1991-2014
The sun was rising over the distant Pyrenees, and Sancho felt the cool bite of the morning air. This moment was a brief respite from a life filled with the cruel hardships of a commoner. Soon, perhaps in minutes, seconds, the master would awake, and this moment would be gone forever, consumed by the torturous labour of the day as if it had never existed. For now, however, Sancho felt the light breeze of daybreak.
"Sancho! Wherefore art mine noble steed, Rocinante?!" The mad master had awoken.
"Don Quixote, you do not remember? Only last night you butchered Rocinante over the bonfire..."
"Thou art a liar and a thief, Sancho Panza. Tell me what you hath done with mine noble steed, Rocinante!"
"Do you not see Rocinante's bones at your very feet? They're scattered all about you!"
Don Quixote paused for a moment, as if in the deepest of thought. His mouth began to open as if to say something, but just then, a tooth fell out. It was as if a trance had been broken. "Scoundrel!" The Lord of La Mancha drew his sword and advanced on his most unlucky squire.
A look of panic jumped onto Sancho's face. This looked bad. "Don Quixote, his very blood still stains your sword! Do you not see?"
Don Quixote advanced, unphased. "Your trickery will not work on me, my most vile enemy! Defend yourself!"
With a leap, Don Quixote tackled Sancho on the still dew covered grass of the field. Sancho felt a sickening thud as he hit the ground, but what would come next was despicable beyond his wildest fears...
"Sir! No! Stop this now, I beg of you!"
Silent, Don Quixote pulled down Sancho's trousers, holding him in place with his sword hand. Sancho's screams ripped through the shimmering air of Aragon, but whether the men of Zaragoza heard, he would never know. As Sancho's vision grew dark, he felt Don Quixote's massive, throbbing manhood enter him. He would not regain consciousness for quite some time...
"Sancho! Wherefore art mine noble steed, Rocinante?!" The mad master had awoken.
"Don Quixote, you do not remember? Only last night you butchered Rocinante over the bonfire..."
"Thou art a liar and a thief, Sancho Panza. Tell me what you hath done with mine noble steed, Rocinante!"
"Do you not see Rocinante's bones at your very feet? They're scattered all about you!"
Don Quixote paused for a moment, as if in the deepest of thought. His mouth began to open as if to say something, but just then, a tooth fell out. It was as if a trance had been broken. "Scoundrel!" The Lord of La Mancha drew his sword and advanced on his most unlucky squire.
A look of panic jumped onto Sancho's face. This looked bad. "Don Quixote, his very blood still stains your sword! Do you not see?"
Don Quixote advanced, unphased. "Your trickery will not work on me, my most vile enemy! Defend yourself!"
With a leap, Don Quixote tackled Sancho on the still dew covered grass of the field. Sancho felt a sickening thud as he hit the ground, but what would come next was despicable beyond his wildest fears...
"Sir! No! Stop this now, I beg of you!"
Silent, Don Quixote pulled down Sancho's trousers, holding him in place with his sword hand. Sancho's screams ripped through the shimmering air of Aragon, but whether the men of Zaragoza heard, he would never know. As Sancho's vision grew dark, he felt Don Quixote's massive, throbbing manhood enter him. He would not regain consciousness for quite some time...
