With an oh dear here and an oh dear there, Glory Dear starting stuffing food in me and Miss Priss that was rare. You know like crab and such. We did not like that too much. But we could not move one bit. Then the others all started to have a fit. The Blue Guy stared at Blabber and he looked like he wanted to stab her. His eyes did their slot machine thing and a phone appeared in them, causing Blabber's ears to constantly ring.
"Can't you all hear that? Is it just me? Oh no! I must have some disease."
Blabber went running about with her "it's a rare disease" shout while Glory Dear stuffed Miss Priss and I with food and The Blue Guy started starring at the rest of the brood. Blabber's pet tarsier tried to help but even he was scared of your hypochondriac yelp. Irish Air was trying to speak but it seems we were all up the creek. For no one could talk or even walk until his eyes were through with their slot machine view. He looked toward Irish Air and you can tell she wanted to chop off that eejit's pair. In his gaze came a blaze and things got dire. For Irish Air sported a head of fire. She rain to Petsy's fountain to put it out but then began to shout. For the fountain had been turned to liquor and her head burned quicker.
Pat was squirming quite a bit and it seems him being a nitwit kind of paid off for he was able to cough. I guess having so many voices in one's head is hard to stop and he was desperately trying to make The Blue Guy's spell go plop. Petsy was not so lucky for things got really yucky. An animal showed up in The Blue Guy's eyes and Petsy donned a new disguise. She was turned into, well into something one should never view. The feet of a duck, only able to cluck, with the head of a moose and the tail of a goose. Also a camel hump and a rather large hippopotamus rump. I guess she now really was part of her zoo. Pat broke his lips free and tried to get clue as to why The Blue Guy was attacking our crew. Sadly I wish all the crackpot could do was moo.
"Thee shall state thy intentions you demon."
"Such grammar is out of use. Even I know that and I am not of your world."
"Thou art stranger than I."
"You fools still think this was chance. You fools still think you are on your world. You fools..."
"You know I really hate repeats."
"Don't interrupt, measly human."
"You and Drazin should get along well."
No sooner did Pat speak of the so called godly one when he finally joined in on the fun. I guess Petsy's hippo moved rather slow and he was so mad his eyes started to glow. Irish Air still rain around trying to put out her fire hair. She stopped, dropped and rolled, as Drazin joined the fold. The hippo was scared of her fire and acted like he popped a tire. Drazin flew through the air and gave his usual third person blare. He landed on Petsy's hippo rear and bounced off causing Blabber fear. He headed right for her until her tarsier stuck up his fur and push Blabber to the ground. Drazin landed on Glory Dear and the food in Miss Priss and I's yap was no longer found. Drazin got to his feet giving The Blue Guy his typical meet and greet.
"Drazin doesn't know what is going on but the Great God Drazin is going to make you blue for real."
"God? Please! You are nothing but an ant compared to I."
The Blue Guy's eyes did their thing but before they could finish their slot ring, Drazin rung his neck and shook him about. He really made The Blue Guy pout. For he lost his slot machine power as Drazin made him cower. Petsy turned back into herself, Blabber stopped running around like a diseased elf and Irish Air lost her fire. She quickly picked up a wire. Glory Dear smiled at Miss Priss and I as we were able to move once more and it was time we ended her cooking chore. Miss Priss ran around to her behind and I dug a hole as we were done being kind. Miss Priss gave a kick and that did the trick. Glory Dear was buried in the ground until she was no longer found.
The whole group surrounded The Blue Guy and Irish Air had her wire ready to hang him and make him cry. He sent out a jolt of electricity toward Pat but he moved and instead it hit me, knocking me flat. I got up feeling fine but once more the jolt made that magic dust take hold allowing me to rhyme so divine. I repeated what the jolt caused me to see in my mind and things truly seemed worse as The Blue Guy grinned at my little rhyming behind. For it seemed Gawker Island was more than we thought and I mean that by a whole friggin' lot.
Firstly we were all saved by that Drazin mook? I want to puke. But what could it be? I guess we are not truly up to date at my sea. But we will get there next time at my lair. For the rhyme that comes due is really something new to the crew. The cat never saw this coming and I just want to go back to Irish Air's drunk drumming. But alas that will not come to pass. So next time you will find out all the dire things that are in store for everyone, including my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.