And he stumbles out. He tries to make his way to the sled but dies an alcoholic death…
One hour later he wakes up and sees that a skinny little goblin is looting him.
He grabs the goblin and slits his throat. He curses and throws him away.. but then seconds later he thinks, “hey wait a minute, I could really use that goblin bastard, or at least his corpse”.
He walks past the green ugly corpse of the goblin, picks it up, puts it in his sled and rides away.
Aftir couple of minutes he slows down. He stops behind a huga montain, steps out of the sled and takes the corpse with him.
He takes his cloths off and licks the poor goblins corpse…
<br><br>Kv, Guðjón Öfjörð
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