Bradhoc Browning

Rye

Script

Rye: >: *pulls Bradhoc by the hair and puts the blade to his neck* Strange coming from a traitor who would sell his own people out to one. *sniffs* Ugh. You need a bath before interrogation.

Bradhoc: Sell my people out? What? I have done nothing but worked against the alien invasion!

Rye: Alien invasion? *gives a roll eyes face*

Bradhoc: *grumbles* Have I offended your delicate Elf sensibilities? *strangely, and unknowingly, using similar wording to what MKY had said so long ago*

Rye: : O ... ... Yes. And my allergies.