"I need some of that almighty goose blood."
H-honk?!
Flapping in retreat, Phil backed away with a shaky glare. He broke the handshake and retreated to the workbench.
Still, Rizz's grin waxed strong as he followed the goose with a greedy gaze.
"If you think I'm standing up to a lv. 70 fucker without prepping and buffing myself, you've got another thing coming!"
Rizz's knuckles crackled as his fist was raised.
"I've got too much shit to do and too little time. At this rate, who fucking knows when I'll get a chance to clear the damn tutorial dungeon? I might end up too high-level to care about Slippery Cave and those dumb slimes."
Ignoring the baffled glint in the goose's eyes, Rizz wagged a finger in the bird's face.
"If you want the Menace on the job, then the least you can do is donate some blood for the cause! Stop acting all high and mighty already.
