Today I was surrounded by pigs.  I found myself in the middle of a pit, a pig to the left, a pig to the right, one behind, and one ahead.  So I took this big monster tooth I found laying around, and stabbed them with it.  The pigs didn't like that much.  They squealed, and it sounded like children at the playground.  Pigs don't make good pets. 

I tromped over to an inn, covered in mud, and smoked a few cigarettes.  The innkeeper didn't like it much, and she told me to leave.  So I flicked the butts on the floor, grinned to myself for my rebelliousness, and passed out in some horse stables.  I think the groomsmen in there tried to grab my bits, but I was too tired to care.  Next time I'll take their photo and pass it around so everyone knows they're perverted.

Takun, where are you?