The well traveled HAT shares in your glorious spoils. The battle-hardened accessory reaches dizzying new heights, leapfrogging from the DOUCHEBAG'S DOMESUCKER rung, to the rare, highly coveted MARTYR'S PISSCRADLE rung.
It's been a long time, old friend.
Oh no, it's a hostile swarm of those little fairy bulls! They are probably pissed off about the one you killed earlier. They have come for revenge!
OH MY GOD THE HUMANITY. HOW THEY EXACT THEIR POUND OF FLESH.
On a world of carnivorous spidermoms and neglectful goatdads, Tavros really did manage to score the sweetest lusus imaginable. He certainly needed it, too - the dude wouldn't have survived an aggressive custodian.
Actually, I wonder if the Summoner had anything to do with that. The guy was involved with the wielder of the Cueball, after all. He could easily have learned about his most important descendant, and decided the poor guy would need a little extra help.
Sorry, Goatdad - we've got a much more climactic Strife coming up, and I don't think you feature in it as anything more than a background detail.
Nearby, someone or something bleats like a goat for strategic purposes. And also
Ironic purposes.
You did it!
You crazy son of a bitch, you did it!
