Midget gets thrown to the wolves.... (or drop bears)...

Jeem-Bo looked down at the ragged leatherclad midget pinned to the ground by his ridiculous helmet.

"Aah feel for ya mun, ah really do. But ah cant be gettin yer all lubed up. Jus wouldn't be right mun!" Said Jeem-Bo

"Awww c'mon man!... I'm a gonner out 'er like this! Anything could find me here in the woods at night! I could get 'et! Why canna ye help me?" said the upsidedown one.

"Cos It would be wrong. Mun. In my mind there was der was a vote and now I must abandon you. And...well.. I'm not quite drunk enough to lube up a leatherclad bondage dwarf in a dark and scary forest. Yet."

Suddenly the wind took on a strange note... it echoed around the clearing hauntingly. It sounded like someone blowing across the mouth of a bottle.. hollow. With it came an ill wind.

"Gawd wots that smell? was that you?" asked the struggling midget.

"No... wasn't me. no idea mun, smells like arse tho. I'm off to that pub" Said Jeem-Bo

Jeem Bo wandered off in the direction of the alleged pub and left the stranded midget upside down in the rain.

The midget, hereafter known as Conning the Viking continued to try and get his head out of the helmet... until he heard a strange noise from above in the trees....

"Uh Oh..." muttered Conning failing totally and completely to look inconspicuous.

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