Roger

As an old Irish proverb goes..."Long churning makes bad butter."
Roger grew up in the dank jungles of Cambodia...or so he thought. It was there, (in his state of mind) that he wrestled with his demons and embittered rivals to overcome teh biggest challenge any man has faced in the annals of history. One hot afternoon, while trekking through the forbidden forest of the Khmer Empire, Roger noticed a peculiar sight. Two red glowing eyes gazed at him from the bush. Breathing steadily, our hero backed away decisively. Then all of a sudden, teh BEAST pounced, leaping several yards in an instant! Roger drew upon his cudgel (his favorite weapon) and ready for retaliation, but it was too late. The red eyes of teh Mongoose had set its sights on its enemy and was not willing to let go. Upon openning his eyes, Roger was dumbfounded to find out that he was not hurt. For teh Mongoose had set its sights on the Cobra that had creeped up behind him. The two then bludgeoned the serpent to death, sharing its gall-blader. He offered his sincerest thanks, to which teh Mongoose snarled, "shrriiieeeghhh" and bit off Roger's pinky toe (a highest act of friendship in mongoose culture). "My name is Pali...we are now comrades."
So, the two comrades now head towards the Tonle Thom, the great imaginary Mekong Delta. Little do they know what awaits them...the bloodthirsty mutated Buddhists of the Theravada, half monks/half red-ass baboons.by e. chan