GUYS
YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PESTER ME WHEN I FORGET TO UPDATE
YOU KNOW I'M BAD AT KEEPING SCHEDULES
Also gonna show off everyone's stats here because I feel like it.




-CHAPTER FIVE: GET ON WITH IT-


: We are buying you a goddamn weapon, Cook.

: Fine. But you can't make me use it.

: Why are you being so difficult about this, anyway?

: There is no weapon sexy enough for me to use. Simple as that.

: Well... you do know
how to use nunchucks, right?

: I wouldn't be a Black Belt if I didn't.

: Okay... well, I'm not healing you until you start using them.

: Fine with me. I'm not using them.


: Also you're going to be at the front of the party now.

: Okay...


: Right... in the...
manbits...
: Maybe if you put some damn clothes on this sort of thing wouldn't happen.

:
...never...

: USE THE GODDAMN NUNCHUCKS

: NEVER!



And there was much rejoicing. 
: Look, will you just use the goddamn nunchucks? There is no reason for you to be this difficult.

: But they're not s-

: I KNOW.

: You don't have to shout.

: Look, just start using it before I have to set you on fire.

: I can see why you're a Red Mage instead of a White Mage.

: What's that supposed to mean?

: Nothing.
You're just very, very angry. All the time.

: ...Wait a second, where'd my rapier go?

: Heh.
-END CHAPTER FIVE-