Talen (with a domineering presence) walked over to the twins, crouched down, and produced his hand. Intending to shake hands with Rim, received a drool-soaked tongue to the palm. (SLURP) For a brief moment Talen's hand was frozen as the saliva pooled slowly in his palm. The presence that was like stone is now slowly turning into one of putrid horror. Talen with a feeling of disgust turned his hand and shook the puddle of drool out of his hand, letting the strings of thick saliva whip and swing. Talen slowly got back to his feet, turned, and walked over to a bucket of water and a rag. Washing his hands, he thought that he had his work cut out for him, only to have the thought cut short with Ram (nose buried up Talen's backside) sniffing him intently.
Talen the Trainer: "By the Gods, get out of my ass! I do not want to have to discipline you in a harsh manor."
