[CENTER][h1][color=brown]Brutrumukk[/color][/h1][/CENTER]

Brutrumukk let out an annoyed groan as people began giving him grief for wanting to have nice things. [color=brown]"Alright. Alright. Fine. I won't clam the owlbear."[/color] Brutrumukk said in exasperation... Then his face became contemplative... Then shifty. [color=brown]"I'll just... 'old onto it fer now. Make sure it don't starve to death like it was doin' before. If we run into its owner, I'll give it right back. If we don't, then obviously the git's dead an' gone. An' THEN I get to clam the owlbear. Sound good?"[/color]