Chapter 939 You've Earned It, Bro
- Wolfie shot him a look of pure disdain. "Alright. You dig the hole, and I'll move the hay."
- Dax glanced at the hole again and sighed like his soul was leaving his body. "Forget it. I'll be the humble grass-lifting servant. Whatever."
- The problem was, the hay had been sitting there forever—it was still tied in giant bundles, taller than Dax himself. There was no way he could move one on his own.