... but the Meat Juggler is busy wrestling with an appetising chunk of his weapon. His teeth are firmly grasped into the beef and he is hard at work trying to pull it off so he can satisfy his meaty hunger. However he is highly panicked when he sees the entirity of the contents of the legendary Tankard of Grog heading at an alarming speed towards his face.
Attemting to roll out of the path of the oncoming hazard, the Meat-Juggler collapses clumsily onto the ground and tries to shift his beefy self in some direction. Easier said than done however, for trying to roll gracefully when you are 20 stone (without the armour) is comparable to the ability of a gymnast doing the parallel bars when the gymnast is a sponge.
With a manly yell, the Juggler is hit square in the face by the rank substance. It gets all in his eyes and over his beard and moUTH AND THE GLAVIN...!!! He squirms on his back like a turtle trying to get up.
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