Warscar was huge, but the red python still ate him, his axe and his mount all at once. The Virgin Islands warriors were absolutely flabbergasted by the sight—

"Holy shit, boss got eaten by the mob!"

"The fuck are you guys waiting for? We need to save him, or he’ll turn into snake shit in just a couple minutes!"

"Say, assuming that boss got shat out, do you think he’ll maintain a humanoid shape? Do you think that smoke will rise off his corpse?"

"Of course not! A snake is a cold-blooded animal!"

"Seriously? A snake is obviously a vertebrate! I once caught one and turned it into snake soup. It was delicious!"

"Say, do you think our boss is a vertebrate?"

"No way, he looks like a gorilla in human skin. I bet he’s a primate that hasn’t fully evolved…"

"Holy shit, you’re extremely knowledgeable. Where did you graduate, bro?"

"Netherland’s Rotterdam Rhyne Technical College of Art and Science, the adult education type…"

"..."

……

Unable to stand the sight any longer, Hickey pointed her sword at the boss and ordered, "The red python can only eat three people at a time. You two, go get yourself...