Island Of The Gawker Part Nine Has Us Nearing The End Of The Line!

Irish Air was about to string The Blue Guy up with glee when everyones attention turned toward me.

"Let me string up this bloody eejit before you start licking your arse and rhyming."

"Drazin hates to agree with a drunk or an Irish person for that matter but today Drazin makes an exception."

"The guy reminded me of repeats, let him hang Braveheart style."

"Even on an island in the middle of nowhere I hear about that awful movie. Someone has to hang for that."

"He gave me a hippo rear, let him hang."

Miss Priss was the only one who did not join in on the hanging fun. For I guess she wanted to see what I said and the rest shook their head. I think Irish Air even had a bit of drool, she really really wanted to hang that blue fool. But she waited as I did my little song and dance and around them all I seemed to prance.

Blabber thinks it was fleas on her knees that brought her across the seas.
Drazin thinks it was french fries but then he is so unwise.
Petsy a search for a fountain brought her around the mountain.
Irish Air thinks it was a nosey neighbor sending her away to drink and drum play.
Miss Priss, Pat and I think it was that Merlin guy.

But what none of us know is that was all for show.
We have all been brought her by a smoke monster that thinks it's a man. Sorry! That is untrue but of that island I am a fan.
The secret to this whole thing is that we are in a whole other wing.
By that I mean a whole other place is where we show our face.
A whole other world is where we are for we were sucked away from afar.

"Right! We were sucked away to another world. Let's forget the bloody arse licking cat and hang this blue eejit."

"And Drazin thought the Irish were crazy. Fleabag, you surely take the cake."

"I suppose this could be a whole secret wars thing as we jumped through some magic Stargate type thing."

"Alien germs, I really need my shampoo."

"If only I had dug for that treasure in my backyard."

Skeptical you may be and I don't blame thee.
But what I can see is everyone flying through space at a great pace.
And poof here we land to make a stand.
All because of some guy that wants to make The Gawker fry.
He thinks we can all do it and so collected us bit by bit.
This Blue Guy is his nemesis as well. He would be the equivalent of Lucifer and Hell.
Each want the magic The Gawker hides behind which makes the eyeball pop from his mind.
That is why Pat's finger worked as a gun and Blabber's hair spun.
For the magic can be tapped by all when near Gawker Peak's hall.
Making their wishes come to life and causing others strife.
The Gawker wants to take over Earth after he collects enough specimens of worth.
For it seems this other guy has been bringing many here and they all have fallen to The Gawker's peer.
Except for this bunch and Besercules who is out to lunch.

"What about the cavemen guys? They were loony. Drazin has you there fleabag."

"Let him finish godly mook."

"I'm becoming uncomfortable with you all wanting to hang me."

"Suck it up buttercup."

"Yeah, who's talking to you anyway, you bad Avatar rip off."

There in lies the rub for this poor slub was keeping the cavemen guys lame and oh so tame.
If they worship him he gets more power to make them grim.
But now that we took care of his crew and broke the barrier hiding their view,
He no longer has much power and so he's now as weak as a flower.
I bet he is no longer even a threat, using what power he had left no longer having any heft.
And now my rhyme has rang so you can let him hang.

"And why couldn't this Irish nut let him hang before? Drazin doesn't get fleabags."

"Well you know it's no fun having a big reveal if you can't rub it in on the bad guy a bit."

"Wait! So who is the guy who brought us here? I'm getting nervous now. Is he the Zodiac Killer?"

"What happens when one watches too many movies."

"Fine, one to talk"

"Shut up! You eejits are getting on my bloody nerves. It's time to hang the wanker."

The Blue Guy just laughed as Irish Air wrapped the wire around his neck and threw it around a branch. All the animals gathered at Petsy's ranch and The Blue Guy looked like he was done. But he kept smiling like it was fun. Then came the howls and I think a few with ocd in our crew may have lost control of their umm bowels. For a whole slew of the glowy eyed freaks came in from above. They were not detered any longer by the combined animal spirit love.

The tarsier leaped from Blabber's shoulder and sent one crashing into a boulder. Petsy's birds took flight as the sky became as black as night. They fought back some, knocking them on their bum. But many broke through and The Blue Guy just laughed at the the crew.

"He will never win and all of you will die very soon. The Gawker will take over your puny planet and I will be the one pulling the strings. Just like I sucked away the power of the animals while you idiots were yapping. You will never hit the jackpot."

"Bloody cat! I told you we should have hung the eejit."

"Damn fleabag! We could have hung the crackpot."

"Maybe the godly one has realized how stupid he sounds, finally."

"Drazin will still crush you fleabag."

"Maybe not."

"Thy should focus more on the task and less on each other, demon."

The Blue Guy disappeared into thin air and Petsy let out a roar to all the animals at her lair. The fight had begun and those glowy eyed freaks were coming after everyone. Blabber was hiding quite well as things went to Hell. I guess she did not want to go there for that place could really dry out her hair. Irish Air had her drumstick knives at the ready and was fighting back the glowy eyed freaks steady while Pat pretended he had a sword and we fought off a horde. But more just kept coming after us and as they swarmed it was not just Irish Air who started to cuss. The sky was filled to the brim and things were truly looking grim.

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So now we know we are on another planet somewhere in space. How will we ever get back to our place? That cocky Blue Guy has to pay and we will cause him and The Gawker dismay. For the conclusion will come in number ten whether or not we survive the glowy eyed freaks attacking at Petsy's den. Let's hope we don't end up in the grass that would not please my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.