"Rollim! If you can so much as dent that gnarly old trunk, I'll bend over and kiss my own butt you hear? It might well be hollow but that thing’s as hard as rock."
"So is his head butt munch!" Trilikz interjected with usual good-natured cheek, hoping to provoke Nuzuki into yet another hot headed outburst.
"Ah quit blurting turds skunk breath! If he can bust that trunk then so help me, I'm a butt munching fart weasel."
"So you admit it then?"
"That you're a butt munching fart weasel."
"Hey! I admit nothing of the sort dummy. I ain't no frigging fart weasel. He'll never smash that thing, not in a million years."
"Well pucker up tin head, cause I've got lightening in my hoofs and horns of kick ass steel, and I'm gonna smash that thing into a thousand tiny pieces or else so help me I'm the butt munching fart weasel."
"Yeah you tell him Rollim! That's just the sort of fighting talk we like to hear around here.” encouraged the mighty Org, who like Trilikz, was also enjoying the playful banter. “The more the better, that’s what I say."
Molix, not yet having joined in the fun, peered carefully at the old trunk, then at Rollim and pondering his bright determined eyes, sharp white horns and the two neat little white mushrooms that protruded smartly above his eyes, said "Well I just hope your head's as hard as you think it is, cause if not you’re in trouble, or at least in line for a nasty hangover."
"Ha! Don't worry about me" replied Rollim, scraping his hind hoof over the dirt and repeating the action with his right fore hoof "My head's as hard as nails"
"Blah, blah, blah! You're all talk Rollim. Why don't you quit grinding those hoofs of yours and stop pretending to look even half as good as me, and start putting your money where your mouth is. Quit the chat and move the fat, that's what I say." said Nuzuki, folding his wasp like arms over his chest and glaring down at Rollim with his large, temperamental, yellow eyes
"Hear, hear" piped in Org, his star marked arms bulging with muscle, as he slammed his powerful hands together.
"Hey whatever you say tin head, I ain't got no problem with that. If you’re so keen to kiss your own butt, well then I'm more than happy to oblige. Now everybody stand back and get out of my way. I've got some serious business to attend to."
Trilikz, Org, Molix and Nuzuki stepped back and got out of his way. Rollim took himself a good long run up and eyed his target carefully, focusing on the task at hand, menace in his eyes, fire in his belly, hoofs burning with anticipation, digging his hind legs quietly into the dirt, steadying himself and then suddenly, as if struck by lightening, BOOM, he exploded into action, BANG! Kicking off like a sonic boom, raging over the Irth like a demonic bull, eyes like blood, burst forth from the smouldering gates of hell, flames raging all around him like a super fungi sent forth from the ranks of ordinary mortals to do his worst.
"Wow! Check it out guys. I think he's gonna do it. Look how fast he's going." said Trilikz.
"Geese he wasn't kidding was he? About having lightening in his hoofs? I mean I knew he was fast but I've never seen him move like that before." said Molix.
"Probably ate one too many beans this morning" grumbled Nuzuki.
"He's really gonna do it." marvelled Trilikz.
"Ah don't talk crap. He'll chicken out at the last moment." sneered Nuzuki.
"The kid's got spunk though. You gotta give him that." interjected Org.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." said Nuzuki. "A little bit I suppose."
knock himself cold for sure though." added Org.