Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140219044430/@comment-24416658-20140606155516

Tanner lay in bed, singing, as he tried to let himself get tired. He simply couldn't do it, and sighed loudly.

Cowboy, dost thou hast plans for the usage of therein wealth and gold?

''Don't count your chickens 'till they hatch, pardner. We gotta get it out first, then we can worry about that.''

Aye, yet this excursion hath wrought upon me a particular unlikable sensation.

''Ah, it's just yer nerves, pal. Nothin' to it.''