Ok, this really isn't much of a story, but it is one of my fondest memories of TR. Roman and I came out of the kitchen to find the Goon Master sprawled out on my couch, lying on his back with his legs in the air for some reason.

It was rather nauseating, so Roman reached to and end table and grabbed a dictionary. Not one of those pocket editions or even an abridged version. I'm talking one of those volumes that sit on a podium in a library! Roman lifted he book (with some effort) about shoulder high and let it drop directly into TR's crotch! Oh how he howled in pain!

It still makes me smile. Ok, maybe that is a bit cruel and sadistic, but he really was a Goon.


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