I can has a rambling?

I awoke with a bruised dome.

My first thoughts, randomly, were about my love, and the fine Ramblers Broth she would cook over open flame. How I longed to taste that soupy glory with the wonderment of the wild spunk flower stock, which told of vast expanse and no cars.

Then I remembered the cave and Bob...and Hom-Ken.

I rose slow tense. My kneecaps felt slippery and I stumbled. I became acutely aware of my two cave companions grappling on the floor. I wanted to help but my arms had gone numb way.

Hom-Ken held his blade over Bob and pinned him to the floor with his knees on his thin empty vessel chest. I had to save Bob or rambling was over!

I picked up a rock. I could cave his skull in and save the day!

I Jez could be the hero of ramblers everywhere!

I, Jez!

If I killed him. This blog would be mine. Mine

The Adventures of Rambling Jez!

Why should I surrender it to him?

It's mine. It's mine!

I raised the rock, Hom-Ken smiled and eased off. He knew. He knew.

Bob look quiz like and destroyed. Rambling could be mine!

I CAN HAS A RAMBLING!