There he was, the silloette of Riverdave in the darkness, one hand on his hip,, the other clutching,, well, it was as big a round as a beer can, but twice as long,,,, it was,,,
(continue the story without finishing it,,,)
There he was, the silloette of Riverdave in the darkness, one hand on his hip,, the other clutching,, well, it was as big a round as a beer can, but twice as long,,,, it was,,,
(continue the story without finishing it,,,)