I weild the Blade of Le’gume whose bite still recalls the savour of my mortal foe To’foo. It hungers anew. Wilst thou fight me, oh pretender to the throne
I weild the Blade of Le’gume whose bite still recalls the savour of my mortal foe To’foo. It hungers anew. Wilst thou fight me, oh pretender to the throne
The Royal Corona
is an enormous, thick-skinned runner with a surprisingly creamy interior.
I wasn’t surprised. I drove my rapier through the neck of the cowardly ‘Royal Corona’ knave though it were a hot knife through tofu. You come for the king of beans you best not piss