[i]The hulking bear of a man that was Gonad frowned and planted his fists on his hips. He hadn't expected a waiting room. There weren't even magazines with pretty pictures. No mugs of lollypops or plastic building blocks either. A whole half hour of time before the violence began. Surely this was a fate Gonad wouldn't wish upon even the most dishonorable of foes.[/i]

[b]"BWUH! In battle no greater brother there be than haste! Come! Battle now we should, for long already has Gonad waited."[/b]

[i]But since he presumably had no choice but to wait, he'd go and spend his time the best way he knew how; by pissing on that fern in the corner, grabbing a sweaty handful of snacks off the table, and starting off on a series of deep, sensual pistol squats as he chewed. The barbarian's hairy, naked thighs rippled and bulged obscenely. The place would soon enough stink of farts, pee, and man musk. Whelp, he had been summoned for his combative qualities, not mannerisms.
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