06-25-2003, 05:10 AM
With furtive glance at the encroaching bipedal cows, the barbarian eyed his cold, bloody, steel, instantly measuring his chances of surviving yet another slashing whirlwind, pirouette of death, and yet he was growing weary ( and a bit dizzy) of the endless carnage, slaughter, and waste of good beef -- for what, in gods name, for what, a few jewels and trinkets?