How can he be in your barrel if he's in my dungeon? I have a coldroom dug right into the bedrock of a mountainside... which is explosion proof, and for which you have no key.
I protect my own, bitch.
Tata for now. :p
I used to bother going clubbing. I learned the hard way to not go to this one place's foam party night. It filled to above our heads, and then just kept going. I was blind and almost suffocated on what tasted like soap. Running outside sucked too as it was cold, was windy, and I was drenched from the foam.
It was a long walk back.