Better yet we'll send them to Main.
I'm not undead. I'm the preacher. You guys just ain't never been t' church, and y'all could sure use some churchin' up, and y'all ain't never asked what religion I follows.
Bet none of ya's ever heard of this little town called Innsmouth neither. It's back east aways.
**Walks into saloon, sees undead rising**
Oh for the love of...
**Fire bombs undead**
now return from whence you came and stay out of the saloon. I don't allow more than one undead at a time and the Marshal is it.
Sheesh, I get busy and can't be here as much and the place goes to hell, literally.
Like the new avatar.
Massychusetts, Haggis. Innsmouth's in Massychusetts.
See, the little undead doggie critter appreciates some churchin' up. 'Course, won't do no good wit' him. His kind already belongs t' the Old Ones and serves their Purpose. The rest o' youse, howsevers...
Reg, I din't do it. Someone opened the Gate 'fors I was ready. I gots it unner controls now.
<spits, hacks up blood, coughs, spits again, steps on it as it tries to crawl away>
Old Ones have all kinds of patience.
You likes 'em young, eh? no problem. Next one I hock up is all your'n. Just be mindful t' keeps her underfed. They're likely t' outgrows the local population, not t' mention city limits, if'n y'all let's 'em eats all they wants...
I be lovin' me them feisty ones.
And therein lies a story, folks...
Within everything lies a story, me
What are you Scottish or something, Haggis?
Funny, you don't look it
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That's 'cause you ain't seed me kilt.
Jersey's hip deep in spawn already. Just like N'York.
Haggis, Massychusetts is east o' Fargo. Way, way east - over on the 'Lantic coast. Figgered you'd a known that bein' a durned furriner from Scottylands and all. I hear tell you'd fit right in in places like Boston and whatnot.
Oh, an' we gots no needs t' see ya's in no skirt.
See, now that's jus' one more reason we ain't gits no needs t' sees ya' in no skirt, or kilt, or whatever's ya' wants t' call that great wooly thing o' your'n.
Oh, an' I thought you liked fences... Or was that cages - an' whips an' leather an' chains an' sich?