Nude East Ireland wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Especially since our shit ends up down there. Good fertilizer, I'd bet." Crowley remarked cheerfully. "Now, only question is to find out who exactly is down here making this farm. This isn't one of ours- we have some, but this isn't it. I can tell, I didn't come to this particular farm and I actually take an interest nowadays. So someone else's fa-"
Crowley ducked just as a shotgun shell flew through the space his head used to be. "Well then. That mystery may soon be revealed."
"Кто ты, черт возьми!?" barked out a voice. A man emerged, holding a shotgun in one hand and wearing a yamaka on his head. His clothing resembled that of a rabbi's.
"Uh, hey there," Alice said. "We're, uh, not enemies. English?"
Eamon, meanwhile, had his gun pointed at the man, ready to fire.
The Russian Jew farmer paused. "English?" he asked in a heavy accent. "I can starat that." he muttered, holding out the shotgun still. "Who are you? What are you sukas doing at my farm, hmm?"
"What the fuck are you doing underneath my school?" Crowley demanded back.
"A school?" the farmer looked genuinely confused. "There's a school above us in the sky?"
"Long story."
"I come here one day, with my family and many friends. We end up in colony of other bednyazhkis who find themselves stuck here. Now I a farmer, working for colony."