VULGAR THE VIKING AND THE BATTLE OF BURP
Land,” said Dagmar. “During this time they encountered all manner of dangers and perils.” “Like sea serpents?” Vulgar asked hopefully. “Like hand splinters,” Dagmar said. “And possibly even some light rain.” Vulgar’s shoulders slumped. “Oh.” He looked over to his best friend Knut’s desk. Knut’s wonky horned helmet was down over his eyes and he was snoring gently.
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