Chirk, rogue impaling, and the application of imp farts.

Impaling rogues was a tricky job at the best of times. Luckily though, Chirk was quite the expert at this niche field of skirmish. That expertise was a good thing really, given it was Chirk's responsibility to lead a small band of Kobolds in the recent tit-for-tat exchanges with the Goblin scumbags.

Much to the amazement of his little crew, a small flying object was cobbled together using bits of scrap metal, string and a few really sticky bogies. The key here, was the tiny imp that one of those clever old Wizard Kobolds managed to imprison inside the floating wotsit... just give the imp instructions, and they'll fly up REALLY high - like, 20 Kobolds high yeah? Then, whenever the Goblin bastards hove into view, the imp pushes out a really high pitched squeaky fart that can only be heard by nearby Kobold ears. Yes, EARS. Can't believe some eedjits actually think these things are horns. Honestly.

Anyhoo... one day Chirk and his pals were camped out at the crossroads near Goblin Town - perfect spot for an ambush innit. Hidden nicely behind a bush, they all watched as the little flying "drone" (we call it that because the imp likes to hum to itself all the time) shot up into the air and hung above the treeline. Sure enough, after a short while, the tiny imp pilot closes his eyes and forces out a SQUUEEEEEE and it's time for action! Well, that would have happened if Chirk and the rest hadn't fallen asleep... PEEEEEEEP FWWEEEEEEE went the imp, but no - they were fast asleep. Oh well, I guess the impaling will have to happen another day.

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