Adventure time

Straight from the hill, the hero appear clarly calm and zen. Out off all the normal thing, he walks slowly determined to reach his fucking mission. The thing which could fail it doesn't touch him anymore; that's only the drewdrop of the morning grass which flows along his fingers. That's a trap! This awful drewpop contains a deadly decoction. The fail in his hand, the hero continues his path, take the watering can with an Herculean force, fill it with the water of this flask ; at the hour of his death, the hero finishs his last task. He feeds the trigger of his death.