Day T-9

I feel like a shorn sheep. A shorn sheep that has to defeat Jobmaster David, King of the Dialots. A sheep with the Armor of the Bull's Eye, the mystical Card of Extroverted Protection, and the Rogue's Throwing Dagger That Doesn't Kill So Much As It Leaves a Tiny Black Dot That's Somewhat Annoying To Wash Off. All that is left are the Records of the Motar V'hikal. With these in hand, Moof the Sheep will win the day and become...

THE LICENSE PLATE INVENTORY CLERK OF DIALOT!

"Baaaah, motherfucker!" *KABOOM*


and if I don't, then I'll sell the story to Hollywood.