Battle Royale

It all came down to this. He had hobbled many many miles to get here, devoured bucket upon bucket of fried chicken consumed gallons and gallons of hooch, sooked and whined and bitched. It had been an arduous journey, and the Majestic Creatures had had enough of him, even though he had just gotten there. Some say Old Man Clancey will never find a home, but I say he's found a home in our hearts, the piggly, balding, big gay baby.