That mook Drazin continued to whine as Miss Priss and I calf tied the godly one. We turned to run and then we were blocked by a fool that did not make Drazin seem so undone.
"You know this is a trap right?"
Miss Priss cried and I never thought she lied, but there was free meat and I knew the whole thing smelled of that mook Drazin's godly beat. But we kicked his butt time and time before. So I figured why not once more?
"Where's the fun in walking away. Let's make the godly ones day."
Miss Priss swore at me as I shoved her on back the truck, I think what she said rhymed with duck. Then I jumped on and we said goodbye to the dawn. Drazin slammed the back hatch shut and laughed right from his gut.
"Drazin's peacock slippers are about worn out fleabags. Drazin needs something warmer. Drazin told you Drazin would have Drazin's day."
I can't really say what was worse, listening to Miss Priss curse, Drazin actually thinking we fell for his stupid game or the fact that I lost count of how many times he said his own name.
We smelled the dinner to make sure it was okay and then lapped it off the tray. Miss Priss stuck her claws out and shoved them through a crack. It was not long before we once again could see light out the back.
Drazin actually obeyed the traffic law and stopped at the red light he saw. Big mistake for that fool. I wonder if he even passed pre-school?
"Thanks for the meal. It was quite a steal."
I yelled as we ran away. Drazin stopped the truck and I think spit began to spray, as he yelled at us. I bet he himself could fill the short bus. He came after us running and Miss Priss could not help but say how this god was not so cunning.
"Don't you have the power to stop us or something? Better yet why not just turn the truck around and use that? Some god!"
Drazin got mad and then became kind of glad, as he thought he was catching up but we let him know it was just a temporary hiccup. For we made him feel good and slowed down. Then took off leaving him in our dust as we ran across town.
"Drazin will get you fleabags! If it's the last thing Drazin does, Drazin will have Drazin's cat slippers."
Was all we heard echoing down the street, as the godly one stood there in his bare feet. It seems he wore out his peacock slippers. Maybe he should invest in flippers.
We dashed into a building to take a rest letting poor Drazin continue his never ending quest. Yet before we could even leave the godly one almost made me believe. He showed up out of the dark and gave his usual third person bark.
"You fleabags think you are so smart. But Drazin won't be denied."
He grabbed me by my scruff and latched on kind of tough. He literally squeezed the "you know" out of me and that was when Miss Priss was able to see. There was a blipping light in that which he squeezed out by holding on tight.
"A tracking device. It figures the god had to use technology, after all he is short a few circuits of his own."
I gave his hand a bite and spit out the germiness on sight. I did not want to catch his mook disease, I already have a few fleas. Miss Priss already started to twirl some cords around his feet. It was not long before the godly one and the floor had a meet and greet.
That is when he swore to catch us for the hundred time and he did not even do it in rhyme. But what was the real crime, was the nut standing before us thinking he had hit the big time.
"Never fear, Tarsier Man is here!"
His eyes were bigger than his skull and he sounded like a squawking seagull. He had some Dhalsm Street Fighter legs and looked like one who would take round holes and fill them with square pegs.
"A fan of yours Drazin? Let me guess. You met him at a Xena convention. Which one wore the costume?"
"Probably both, as they repeated the Joxer oath."
Neither seemed amused by our ranting and the Tarsier Man actually seemed to be panting. He undid Drazin and acted all proud, pretending he was playing to a crowd.
"Drazin is appalled by such a sight. Drazin doesn't need no filthy what ever you are helping Drazin."
"You mean the god himself can't identify the species?"
"I guess after saying your own name a thousand times or so, all others around you seem to go out the window."
Drazin grabbed the nut by the neck and choked him, until his lights grew dim. The nuts eyes then popped out whacking Drazin in the face and he quickly fled this place.
"I guess he only has eyes for you."
Miss Priss laughed as we took off and faked a cough. She knew how lame it was but said it just because. Drazin once more was left all alone. Maybe he should have asked Tarsier Man for the number of his phone?
So that was the facts of this Drazin adventure and our little outing venture. We got home before Pat arrived back. He had no idea we left our shack. Just another human who can't compete. But at least he feeds us white meat. The dark stuff from Drazin left my stomach at an impasse and that is that from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.