Chateau Grief 40

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Chateau Grief 40

Marozi: Sorry about that, took the operator a while to find Allyson's number.

Kore: Yesss... tell me about this place.

Marozi: It's not as bad as it sounds. Parliament has such a hard time agreeing that we don't even get work orders half the time. We tan hides this time of year and fix the fences that the sheep knock down. We build houses, pave streets, whatever we can do. Mr. Xander does the rest for us.

Kore: And stop at Xander... what is he? Workaholic? Twelve feet tall? Telepath this, telepath that, can no one cease to speak of him! What a ridiculous name! Vespasian Eugene Xander.

Marozi: Oh good heavens! Farook, I didn't see you coming up!

Qureshi: I certainly never expected an eyesore like James to waltz in with such a lovely lady. Helpful hint: don't marry him. Even if he asks.

Kore: Enchante.

Qureshi: Gun.

Qureshi: You were carrying a loaded gun around in your pants all morning? How many times do I have to reiterate gun safety for you? It's because of nincompoops like you...

Marozi: It wasn't all morning...

Qureshi: ...that Xander has that ridiculous gun control law in the first place.

Marozi: How else...was I supposed to bring it to you?

Marozi: Your'e impossible! It's like talking to a child!

Kore: Uh...gentlemen?

Workman: oops...

Qureshi: Excuse me a minute my dear.

Marozi: Let him run his own business.

Kore: What are you afraid of?

Marozi: can't you guess?

Author Notes:

and the chainsaw of 3 wks ago makes another entrance in 3-2-1....,