#299 - THE YEARS I WAS FIGHTING NEXT TO MEAN GUIZMO

THE YEARS I WAS FIGHTING NEXT TO MEAN GUIZMO.


1) - Jonas! Those scoundrels broke my sword!

2) - Oh, my Lord, I'll sacrifice for you... Take mine...

3) - FROP!
     - Ouch!

4) Next morning...
    - Dear Jonas...
    - His last wish to me, was to take his sword and his two gold teeth...