<div class="floatleft">(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a304/RuffNRowdy/406a14c5-1c3e-4906-8bb2-fc68abc3d152_zps31e62764.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/141/2/9/cassidy_the_cotton_candy_by_pamelasantos-d660siv.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Becky Puddleberry</strong></span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=987688)</div><br/><em>You know, if it wasn't green, covered in warts and attached to a goblin...Wait, I...Anyone can see this?  But, these are supposed to be my internal, private thoughts!  Stop reading them!  Don't think about carving a penis out of a carrot.  Damnit!  Fine.  If you're going to be rude like that, then I'm just not going to think about anything!  . . . I wonder if his cum is green, too.  Fuck!</em><br/><br/>"What?  I wasn't thinking about anything!"  She blinks as she snaps from her reverie, her eyes having been gazing with intense fascination at the bound goblin's unusual<em>instrument</em>.  "Oh, right, the<em>badger</em>.  Uh, he kind of lost me when he started talking about tunnel integrity and the mole conspiracy.  Are we going back to town then?  Would you like me to play you some pleasant traveling music on my didgeridoo?"<br/><br/>She reaches back and extracts the curvy wooden instrument from its sling, casting a smug look at the goblin.