Originally Posted by
Quiverexqt
*Garrosh Hellscream walks into his private chamber after a long day of Warchiefing*
Garrosh: Damn my ass hurts, that Warchief chair is so uncomfortable. I'm the most important Horde leader and my chair is made of bones and ripped cloth! *Lies down in his bed (also made of bones and ripped cloth) and puts on his pink sleeping cap*
Garrosh: Why does it feel like there's an Azerothian Gryphon™ Manacin under my bed? *looks under his bed and facepalms*
Lorth'Remar: Hehe... you found me, my big brown man! *emerges from under the bed, wearing only pink panties*
Garrosh: How many times have I told you not to sneak into my chambers?!
Lorth'Remar: *Thinks for a moment* Thirteen times, now less talk, more interc-
Garrosh: Shutup... dammit Lorthy, I've moved on!
Lorth'Remar: Wha- what are you saying Gary?
Sylvanas: *Walks into the chamber, wearing a banshee gown* Ok Garrosh, I'm ready for some... Horde Politics...
Garrosh: Watch you clever mouth, bitch!
Lorth'Remar: Gary... you... you whore! *Runs out of the chamber weeping*
Korkron Guard: *Peeks his head through the chamber door* Um... Warchief, why did a half-naked Lorth'Remar just run through out of the keep?
Garrosh: Uh...
Sylvanas: Yeah Gary, why was HE here?
Garrosh: *Sigh* We used to date a little... and he hasn't accepted we're done with eachother yet...
Korkron Guard: I'll just uh... leave then.
Sylvanas: Sicko... *leaves the chamber*
Garrosh: Well shucks.