Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-1587581-20140405050444/@comment-27765057-20140405063242

The mouse held out its hand over the cup and pulled out a small knife from its pocket. It cut his own finger and a dripping sound could be heard as the cup begin to fill up. However, it was not blood that was being filled into the cup, as one would expect from a cut, but it was coffee.

As the seal had hoped, the gator had passed out, or it at least had seemed to. The crowd cheered as the minotaur stood triumphant over his opponent. "A good fight," he had said, more to himself rather than to his unconsious opponent.