The full title of this piece is called "Bring Me The Head Of Rhogor Johnson," but deviantART thought it was too long.

So... one day Ben and Winslow get a phone call from mysterious guy with a raspy voice, who says, "Bring me the head of Rhogor Johnson. I'll give you moneys."

And Winslow says, "Who the hell is Rhogor Johnson?"

Then the guys says "He's a big ass monster. He lives down the street from you."

Winslow thinks about this for a moment "There's no big ass monster in my neighborhood. I would have noticed. I go door to door selling carpet samples to pay for my weekly trips to the strip club."

"He just moved in," the mysterious raspy-voiced guy says quickly. "Like, yesterday or something. But he's a big ass monster and he lives in your neighborhood. He's a total jerk. He never mows the lawn and there's car parts strewn about his front yard."

"I thought you said he just moved in!"

"He did. Also, I think he eats diapers or something."

"That's disgusting!" Winslow says, remembering how gross diapers really do taste. "I'll do it."

Then he hung up the phone, grabbed his axe, and said to Ben, "Come on, we're going to visit our new neighbor."

True story.



---AK