After a couple of minutes of hiding I had grown quite fond of the pot and felt no desire to leave. However I was once again pested by the strange voices, telling me to do this and that. Soon I'd left my newfound but cozy home and set of on a new adventure, wonder what new insanities they've got for me today...
Breaking in to someone's house? Now that's taking it too far! Smoking socks and throwing stuff at criminals is one thing but...these are regular dwarfs with normal lives!
Why do I even try? I muttered followed by a nervous sighing...
The door wasn't even locked so breaking in turned out to be a big success. Time to sneak...
I managed to finda pair of old loafers with holes in them...
-Put 'em in your bag.
And so I did.
Next up there was a small sack of chestnuts leaned aginst the wall...
-Put 'em in your bag.
And so I did.
There didn't appear to be anything else around light enough to carry...except for a dead moth...
-Put 'em in your bag.
What!? Why?
Just do it!
well...ok...
Suddently out of nowhere one of the voices started ranting about ways to turn my pipe into potential weapons.
I tried to calm it down but it didn't work at all, soon we were caught up in a heated argument about wether a pipe would make sort of an adequate weapon or not.
Before I knew it I stood there screaming insults at myself...
In someone else's house...
Which I was in the process of robbing...
!
Suddently I hear someone faintly calling from the next room-
-Are you trying...trying to rob us?
-Uhhm...
Alright....uhhm...gotta think quick...
Perhaps I should say that I was just looking for the brewery and ended up in here by mistake...
or ask her if she has an updated map of the fort...
but what if she's a snitch! Then we have to dispatch of her while we still hold the element of surprise!
or...anything really.
So what do we say?