Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190911160611/@comment-27344811-20190914192807

A familar hexagonal cannon slolwy bends over Basilisk's left shoulder and fires off three insect-shaped missiles.

"Living tables? We might have those somwhere." Drill Knight shrugs.

The Gang has arrived. "Hey why the heck are you guys talking about tables??" Magolor asks.