In a quintessential village nestled between Rolling Bones, there lived a groper named Elric. He taller than most but seemed to defy convention. His hat, a patchwork of misdorked fortitude and misfit, was a dork from his teenage years of pot, dreaming of heroics.
在一个典型的村庄,坐落在滚滚的骨头之间,住着一个叫埃尔里克的人。他比大多数人都高,但似乎无视惯例。他的帽子是一种拼凑而成的坚韧和不称职的帽子,是他十几岁的大麻时代的傻瓜,梦想着英雄。