pumpKEN spice season

The relief that came with finally being able to empty his bladder was overwhelming. He was so caught up in the feeling that he didn't hear the kid approaching. Not one he knew, but he coulda sworn sometimes Scald came home smellin' a bit like that?

He wasn't concerned enough to stop mid-stream, then he'd only have to piss on another one further into the strange place. "Better'n pissin' all over yer own feet fer a jump scare..." His tone made it sound like he knew exactly what he was talking about, almost like he had learned the lesson the hard way.

This wasn't one of the kids he had been sent to round up, but he was a kid none the less. The mottled yearling frowned. "Yer seen anyone 'round yer own age out 'ere yet?" Maybe he could recruit the kid into helping him do his job and then he could hunker down with the Raiders until whatever shit storm this was passed. He still had a scar from the strange wolf-dogs that showed up in the night, and this place had an achingly familiar vibe to the cavern full of flames.

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