Auric Bomburst

Golden Stone

8/28/2019 9:59pm

Yes! I called your name, you filthy little bird, strewing your feathers and dung on my first class golden ticket! I'm the reason for this whole she-bang! The customer! And the wealthiest one by far. Can't you see my golden rings, my golden chains, my golden grillz to boot? Well I'll show you my golden boot unless you bring me my Goldschläger pronto, you proletarian penguin!

Oh my dear you've raised me now, my temperature is going sky high! My gold is starting to fracture and crack, and the ice around me starting to melt. Didn't I read in the brochure you've got some bloke who takes care of that with his icy breath? A @Mr. Northwind, I believe, the coldest blower in the skies? I wouldn't have taken a ticket on this golden garbage scow if I hadn't heard you had the best.

Bring him to me now, I demand! I have need of his frosty airs.