A tiny light flickers from the cave. Sparks spread quickly. A tiny old gnome man stirs his giant pot while cackling insanely, his mouth foaming openly. "It's almost ready!" he sang. he climbed up the pot and scooped his gnarly hand in. He pulled it out and the pustules popped, exploding the excrement over his wrist. His hand had turned firmly muscled. "Heeheehee!! Won't that be a fine dish to set before the king?"
HI! So, I'm ok with a lot of stuff cussing,gore, all that jazz, but can we not do anything sexual? Thanks!