After being turned into a tiger-human hybrid, what else is there to do but fight a horse for his SCUBA equipment?
After being turned into a tiger-human hybrid, what else is there to do but fight a horse for his SCUBA equipment?
"Hey! A little help? I promise, my bark is worse than my bite! Ha ha! Just a little tree humor there. Seriously though, this is really quite painful!"
We haven't quite worked out the kinks of mounted combat on this horse-lizard planet.
You know, I think I still prefer David Bowie over the rooster-bear having an existential crisis.
Well, the title's sure accurate. Though it does make me wonder how Morton J. Golding was able to see into my -- I mean my friend's subconscious