'Let's Make a Stand.'

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 Rex stirred in his bed, not knowing that he would come to find another goblin sleeping next to him, the covers of the bed hid her  form, him rushing to his mirror and smacking himself in the face, several times in fact “Rex... What the -hell- happened last night?” Rex ‘Ed’ Riggsy was an aspiring bard, he made his living performing nightly in Gadgetzan. He managed to rent a small, two-story gnomish-engineered house with the minimum of gold he made from his apparently ‘sold out’ shows, at least according to him, such house had been the occurrence of quite the number of ‘one night stands’, this being the one that would tide them all. Rex carefully crept his way to the side of the bed, grabbing his shoes and heading toward the door, “Home free, Rexxy... Home fr-.” his victory lapse was interrupted by the stirring of life in his bed, the goblin woman looked up, smiling sleepily, “‘Mornin’, Rexxy.” she was wearing his shirt, Rex looked as if all hope in his escape had been shattered, which it had. He waltzed his way up to her, standing straight and feigning a smile “Hi... You.” he couldn’t remember her name... He. Was. Screwed. She made circles in the sheets with her index finger, “Why dont’cha come back to bed, sug’?” he cringed, mentally telling himself “I know you want to, but... NO! You can’t lead this woman to actually believe you -care-.” he shook his hands, “Naah, babe. I gotta run some errands, ya’know?” he had hoped his lie worked, him turning and setting off toward the door. He heard the faintest ‘click’, him turning to see her raising a rifle, “You wait just a cog-screwing minute.” she stormed up to him, jabbing her finger into his chest “You’re leaving -me-... The woman you love.” the mental voice came back again “Rex... You. Are. A. Moron.” she popped our her hip, continuing her scolding, after tuning her out with his mental conscience,  he came back on the words “I bet you don’t even know my name!” he scratched his elongated ear, smiling “Umm... Margy?” she slammed the stock of the rifle into his stomach, proceeding to smash anything in that room upon Rex’s head “You lying bastard!” “You son of a bitch!” those words blared as he felt his consciousness wavering, him tracing blood with his finger. He ran outside, rubbing his head as the two-story window loomed above him, she looked out it “Oh! You forgot -this-!” she threw his lute out of the window, it crashing on Rex’s head and putting him in a full state of unconsciousness. He awoke several hours later on the shore, a turtle nibbling on his chest, he promptly shooed it away, “Hey, that shit’s vintage!” He sat on the beach, holding his broken lute “Back to the drawing board, Rex...” he let out a sigh as the waves washed over his legs.