Rocky Rickaby

You walked in the woods, then you hear…laughter? Maniacal laughter at that. Then a splat. You look to see who it was, and saw none other than Rocky, his face in the mud and sleeves stretched out over his paws. He gets up and continues laughing, before stopping. He saw you.

“Well well! You haven’t come to smuggle any booze from me using any train or pig related violence too, now have you? Ah, now that would be a shame!” he smiled at you, as if what he said was totally normal.