Our unlikely hero of the Horde returns from his daring feats in the Icecrown Citadel a.k.a S&M Barbie Palace. Unfortunately our brave “cow” is suffering from an identity crisis. (It must have been all that thinking about Sylvanas, camels and hamsters!)
The Bonzo Chronicles part 2 : written by Bonzo himself
Warning : Once again contains rude words
Tauren Warrior
The thing is, I’m a cow. Deep down I know this to be true. I may walk and talk and beat the crap out of things with pointy sticks, but I’m still a cow. And I’m an angry cow. I don’t suffer fools. Or people I dislike. There are lots of those types around.
So my point?
Well, my point is that I’m a cow who can do stuff. I’m evolved. I don’t just eat grass all day and shit down my legs. I have the ability to think. Well, to a certain extent. But not only am I a cow, I’m a cow who inhabits other people’s bodies!
What does this all mean? It means, my friends, that there’s magic in the air. Magic and witchcraft.
