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The scarred unicorn snorted. "You can't be serious."
"And why not? It seems pretty clean cut to me. You screwed up, so now it's my duty as your father to lovingly correct you. That's how it's always been between fathers and sons, since the dawn of time—"
"You're not my real father, for one!"
Gungnir frowned at the atypical, almost teenage-sounding outburst. "Well I'm the closest thing you've got to one, Inorog. So if I were you, I'd start paying me heed. We both know you wouldn't have lost that bounty if you'd just followed my advice and avoided that canyon. So why don't you buck up, drop the pants, and—"
"Forget it." Inorog got to his hooves abruptly. "I'm not going to be punished, by you or by anyone. So just get used to it, old man."
The bulky triceratops blinked at Inorog's muscular rump, covered by that silken blue tail, as he furiously stomped away to the far side of the clearing. He rubbed the back of his head. "Hmmm, well alright," he murmurred. "Since arriving in this era I've seen many strange things. However, a son refusing his father's discipline might be the strangest of all. I don't know what traumas you've undergone in the past, Inorog, growing up without a father and all, but... I'm here to make up for that now. So I swear on all three of my horns, someday I'll give you that spanking you've been needing. And you'll be the stronger for it!"
So vowing, he kicked a bucket of water over on the campfire they'd laid. It went out, sputtering and hissing.
But little did Gungnir know what adventures his declaration would lead to.