Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-28306165-20160404042019/@comment-27039035-20160405025308

"Forever and a day," he chuckled. "But who says you have to clean it off alone?" Ratclaw was covered head to toe in mud, without a care in the world. It helped to mask his natural aroma. "Now we're not done. This is only the beginning." He wadded out of the guck and headed towards a pile of leaves, jumping in and then stepping back out, so he was covered in them like someone tar and feathered. "How do I look?" He struck a pose. "Honest opinion now."