>>19707418Onigiri deftly dodges Sister Josephine’s hog splash and the portly prioress’s momentum carries her right through the floor of the chapel.
Eventually the chapel walls stop shaking and a soft voice begins to emanate from the gaping hole that marks the spot where Josephine made impact.
>One o’ Zuni’s brats, huh? Should’a known. You look just like your mother >I’m guessing you’re Onigiri, Lord Zelkor’s favourite grandkid >If that’s the case you’re probably here for Masala, Lord Zelkor’s.. well, he acknowledges her, which I suppose is more than can be said for some>I know ya don’t own me nuthin’ on account I just tried to pancake ya and all, but could you find it in your heart to do an old nun a couple o’ favours? >One; could ya take that bratty sister of yours outta my hair for a bit? She’s always playin’ “pranks”, like swappin’ my heart pills with horse laxatives and stealing poor Sister Rechsteiner’s panties>She don’t even bother wearin’ the dam things anymore cuz they all go missing! >And two; if ya happen to run into your gramps out there could ya tell ‘em us big need attention too? >Tell ‘em the bigger the cushion the harder the pushin’ One the other side of the whole Oni spots a familiar face.
>Big sis? BIG SIS! 