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Hi, this is Iszarre again. I’ve asked Tobungus to write an introduction about himself. However, in order to make sure that everything is accurate, I would normally add my own comments along the way, but I am very busy so Zorell will keep Tobungus in check.
Zorell: Please do not think any less of yourself in my presence. I know it must be a natural reaction for mushrooms, but please, stay calm.
Tobungus: No, I am actually quite proud not to have agreed to escort fleas around Magia. Anyway, I am from the Torallian Forest, and I am a mushroom. I am about four feet tall, and roguishly handsome.
Zorell: Well, I will agree that you’re from the Torallian Forest, that you are a mushroom, and that you are about four feet tall, but otherwise I’m not sure.
Tobungus: You are sure. You’re just saying that. Anyway, I’m the reason why Doorknob
Zorell: Their names are Derek and Deanna, and no, you did not have anything to do with whatever you were about to say.
Tobungus: Do you know what I was about to say?
Zorell: No, but I know you.
Tobungus: I know, but does everyone else know of my wisdom, expertise in many fields, and superiority to cats? Possibly not, so I must not spare any details.
Zorell: And what would those fields be?
Tobungus: I am even more knowledgeable regarding shoes than most Torallians are,
I am a master of lemon-
Zorell: Typical Torallian lunacy. What is it this time, a pair of shoes that can make untrue accusations that I carry fleas so you’re free to find some damp, unpleasant cave to take root in?
Tobungus: No. However, I may have found a type of sand-
Zorell: To be honest, I like the Desert Realm. The statues there are true masterpieces.
Tobungus: I can’t work with this cat anymore. He’s driving me crazy. I’m going to go work on my first blog entry.
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