You release a rancid brap, and they stumble back, clutching their eyes and retching.
WHAT THE- EUCH, UGH, AAHHHGG!!!
Taking advantage of their blindness, you use your powerful hindquarters to kick them each to their watery demise.
Once this is done with, Thor nods to you approvingly.
<You have done well, my child, as is expected of a son of Malalea. Soon, you will achieve TND and save the white race forever.
Feeling a sense of satisfaction, you trot back into the village. It is now quiet and empty – it seems the rest of the townfolk have either fled or returned to their houses.
What do you do?
