Nowhere To Run To, Baby
I found a secret entrance into the adventurer's moghouses and I've been sneaking in and kicking their asses.
IN THEIR OWN DAMNED HOUSES.
How freakin' embarassing is that? You're getting your ass knocked out on your own turf.
I'd say you were dying of shame if it wasn't for the sword sticking into your spine.
You can't even imagine how funny it is to walk up behind someone checking their inventory and then stab them in the back.
Player>> Hmmm... let's see what's in my delivery box.
Player>> Gear... Gear... Auction House money... Gear...
That shit is priceless.
Then word came down the grapevine that their going to be sealing up the secret entrance tomorrow.
Why do they always ruin my fun?
But if those bastards were going to take it away, you know damned well I was going to use it as much as possible before they do.
So, I sneak into a Moghouse, but there was nobody there.
Great. I have to wait.
Goblins are not exactly known for their patience.
Still... that look of surprise on their faces is totally worth it.
Where can I hide?
Behind the Christmas tree?
Wait... why in the hell does this guy have a Christmas tree up in July?
Maybe I could hide under the bed.
Moogle>> What the hell do you think you're doing?
Moogle>> What are you doing in here, Kupo?
GoblinSmithy>> ... Uhh...
GoblinSmithy>> I'm a house inspector.
GoblinSmithy>> A secret house inspector.
Moogle>> That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.
GoblinSmithy>> I've got an idea though.
Moogle>> And what's that?
GoblinSmithy>> How about you just shut the hell up?
GoblinSmithy>> I'm trying to work here.
Moogle>> I'm afraid I can't let you hurt my owner.
Moogle>> You're going to have to leave.
GoblinSmithy>> Let me think that over.
Moogle>> You've left me with no other alternative, Kupo.
GoblinSmithy>> Oh, I'm soooo scared.
GoblinSmithy>> What's the little Moogle going to do?
And that's when he shot me.
With a Power Bow.
GoblinSmithy>> What the hell was that?
Moogle>> That was an arrow, you idiot.
Moogle>> I mean Kupo.
GoblinSmithy>> Yeah, but that bow is like level 16.
GoblinSmithy>> It barely itched.
Moogle>> I've got more arrows for you.
GoblinSmithy>> Where the hell did you get a Power Bow?
Moogle>> My owner gave it to me.
Moogle>> He put a Bronze Bed in his room.
Moogle>> So I asked him for stuff.
GoblinSmithy>> That's retarded.
GoblinSmithy>> Who bases a system of trade on furniture placement?
Moogle>> Shut up.
GoblinSmithy>> I'm just saying.
Moogle>> That's it.
Moogle>> More arrows.
GoblinSmithy>> Go ahead.
GoblinSmithy>> Don't mind me if I yawn.
Moogle>> SCREW THE DAMNED BOW!
GoblinSmithy>> You forgot to say Kupo.
Moogle>> DIE, GOBLIN SCUM!
GoblinSmithy>> What now?
GoblinSmithy>> Did you find some pebbles to throw?
Moogle starts casting Fire IV on GoblinSmithy.
GoblinSmithy>> Oh what the hell?!
GoblinSmithy>> That is so not fair.
Moogle>> EAT FIRE, KUPO!!!
I'm actually going to help them seal up that entrance tomorrow.
Those Moogles are freakin' crazy.