Grudge The Grutt
Over The Hump Grump
Grudge rubbed the region his forehead SHOULD of been with a tendril, grunting beneath his breath. "Time..huh? We'll see about that. Pardon my impatience, Captain, I've wasted 200 years of my life. I doubt I have another 200 in me. Therefore, I must master this ability as quickly as possible." The Grutt whipped out one of his infamous imaginary cigars, lighting it and puffing it before [member="Jack Raxis"]. Muscle memory is a queen, in some rare cases. "Your aid is appreciated more than you know, however. If you believe my training has ended, I'm sure you'd wish to be compensated accordingly, hmm?"