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"We're rich!"

"We're rich!"

"We're rich!"

"We're rich!"

"We're rich!"

"We're rich!"

"We're rich!"

"We're rich!"

The leaf lover's stood still in the dark, their long plan to eliminate the certifiably insane dwarves brought to a screeching halt. For the past 4 hours, since unearthing the dwarf sized nugget of gold, the bloody dwarves just kept saying the same thing over and over the entire time. It wasn't rock and stone, but was it any better?

Suddenly, someone in the back of the group of assorted hitmen yelled out "Rock and stone!"

As one, the dwarves stopped their chant of "We're rich!" andturned in the direction of the voice. Silence, for the first time in hours, pressed upon them. The dwarves beady eyes seemed to pierce the darkness with ease and as one they raised their pick axes.

***ROCK AND STONE!!!!!*** they screamed before barreling into the dark, sometimes muttering about flares needing to charge.

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Submitted by Freshlaid_Dragon_egg on Mon, Apr 03, 2023 to /r/WritingPrompts/

The prompt

After hearing chants of "ROCK AND STONE!" for centuries, every single race, magical being, and magical creature decide to wage war on the Dwarves. It's gotten to the point where they don't care if they live or die, at least they won't hear it anymore.