King of the Hill

[Andybev01]

Castle's neglected harem had just about enough of his attempts at making his golf clubs bear children, so one sunny afternoon they coaxed him onto the driving range and took turns using him as a substitute for the 18th hole.

[Castle]

-Attempting to bring this back to life-

Castle awoke from a horrible dream. Something about golf clubs and holes. He turned to sit on the side of the bed and rub the sleepiness from his eyes. He could see the women outside through his window chanting- no, rather, screaming his name, some revealing their bare chests from beneath their blouses.
The gulp of whiskey pumped life back into his veins. He turned and walked slowly to the door, bottle in hand, and opened it. A blast of sunlight assaulted his senses, along with the deafening feminine howls of adornment. He slowly wondered through the crowd, forcing his way through bosoms and hair. Finally, once cleared of the mass of women, he stood in the heavenly sunlight atop a large hill.
He took a swig from the bottle and wiped his face.
"It's good to be back."

[Andybev01]

Don't get too comfortable.

A change in wind direction confirmed what Andy had thought while watching Castle staggering up the hill; he's lit.

Andy struck a match and tossed it at Castle, timed with his exhale

*Poof!*

[Castle]

Castle's eyes widdened in shock when he noticed the sudden explosion coming from his mouth. Remembering the training he had undergone while in the circus, he knew how to breath fire safely. He turned toward the sudden presence he felt to his left and continued exhaling as hard as he could to push the flame farther in Andy's direction. Andy's clothes melted to his skin.
He wiped his lips and smiled. "Heh. Human torch."

[Andybev01]

The melting clothes were no match for the Kevlar union suit that Andy had on that day.
You never know when you're going to run into a drunkard ex carney.

Castle was staggering up the hill, smug yet sadly mistaken about his 'triumph' over Andy.

"At least Castle buys good liquor" he thought to himself as he picked up the mostly full bottle ( Castle was such a lightweight ) "because it will make a fine Molotov."

As he lobbed the flaming cocktail at castle he shouted "Hey; now you're really gonna get bombed!"