Brother
Borium and Brother Truman strolled in the garden
Two weeks
had passed since Brother Nolan’s pardon
“We’ve been
back such a short while and it’s such a bore,” said Brother Borium. “I’d give
anything for a tankard of ale and a buxom whore.”
“Patience,
dear Borium, we’ll have our fun,” responded Brother Truman. “With our worldly
wisdom, we could even corrupt a nun.”
“Some
thoughts do trouble me though. Ones I cannot erase.”
‘What
thoughts are those, Brother Borium? You shall not disgrace.”
“I’ve been
having fantasies about the Norseman; do you think that it’s just a phase?”
“No, Brother
Borium. All it means is that you swing both ways.”
“Perhaps if
I stick to girls, these feelings will pass.”
“If you
believe that, then you are truly an ass.”
“But how can
one desire both girl and boy?”
“Just
embrace it and don’t be coy.”
Suddenly
there were shouts and pandemonium
“I wonder
what’s going on,” said Brother Borium.
It was then
that they heard the most pitiful cries
And not long
after
A huge
surprise
For there
stood Erik
Son of
Fester
The towering
giant
Their Nordic
molester
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