(190) SwolePapi: The Cost of Being a Monster
"Swole! You lazy fuck, wake up!"
He could feel someone shaking his arm as he was roused from his slumber. Swole opened his eyes while squinting hard against the afternoon sun.
"Mmm getnnn uup."
He barely managed to mumble out some words as he stretched out his arms. Before he could do much else, he felt himself falling.
Swole's eyes opened wide just in time for him to see the ground up close and personal. The impact didn't hurt him, but his anger spiked.
He jumped up while snatching out both of his maces.
"Who's the fucker that thought this would be funny."
Geth chuckled lightly and pointed to the giant Direwolf that Swole had been sleeping on. Swole could definitely see a tinge of laughter reflected in the beast's eyes.
"Ah, you damned mutt."
He rubbed its side with his hand and picked up his fallen weapons. A menacing look slid in Geth's direction.
"The hell you wake me up for ya twat?"