through the beaches. Plus, there
and his acid archery contest.
third eye, which was disconcerting.
She really should've stuck to
making her famous salsa dip
which was incredibly popular in
the Land of Honna-Lee, especially
with the pixies who would
spike it with tequila and
then consume it with copious
Polaroids taken of the festivities
especially the pictures of naked
very drunken hermaphrodite mind flayers.
"Now that is distrubing!" said
Lucy, pulling out the arrow
and molesting the conjoined atropal.
Crowds gathered to witness the
spectacle which can only be
described as frighteningly Lovecraftian. Some
unusually lily-livered onlookers became so
enraged, the courage of fury
inspired the crowd to rush
forward in a maelstrom of
flailing fists and be-clogged feet
at the proceedings both vulgar
and divine. "Overgods be damned",
cried one. "I seek Kadath!"
"I didn't know Kadath was
into acid archery!" replied another,
a mi-go named Smeagle who
was discretly sneaking away from
the entire godsdamned mess. Who
knows to what lengths this
deformed creature might go to
regain his "precious". He might
get past his crippling fear
of people with hairy feet
and well-worn Yanni T-shirts; many
years ago, Yanni had stolen
the girl from Ipenema from
some lame jingle writer and
You are trapped in Darkness
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