"Make your two dollar contact lenses glow, godly mook."
"Fleabag, when Drazin gets out of this Drazin is going to drown you."
"We don't have all day, demon."
"Drazin will drown you first."
Drazin finally stopped bickering and his red glowing eyes started flickering. Brown sludge dripped down from the insides of this thing and we floated to what I guess was the stomach, hearing a familiar ring.
"This is insane. Have you brought me my shampoo? This brown crud is really drying out my hair."
"Not this crazy loon again. Drazin should never have gotten out of bed."
There was Blabber, sitting on a brown sludge isle. The thing looked rather vile. But it was the only physical presence in his stomach at all, besides of course us and Blabber with her shampoo call.
"Why did you break out Anne, Elsie and those Beer Guys and not meeeeee?"
"Someone is whining, may I suggest you pop a pill?"
"Great, the nut thinks he's a doctor now and this one is screaming like a little two year old. Drazin has to get out of here."
Drazin made his eyes glow every which way and there seemed to be no exit on display. But what goes in has to come out. If this stale candy monster thing was anything like a human, cat or trout. Yet we could not see a single way. Thus it seemed we were trapped and here to stay.
"Can't you call your godly friends and get us out of here?"
"Now the fleabag wants Drazin's help. Drazin has no friends, the Great God Drazin is all Drazin needs."
"Right! Sorry I asked. But at least you got to repeat your name fifty times, that has to make you happy."
"Drazin will drown you right now, fleabag. You and your crazy human."
I noticed the sludge stomach wall shaking as Drazin's voice came quaking. It seemed more sludge fell from it the more he took to his third person wailing fit. But before I could say anything Pat had to get his ten cents worth in. That many voices in one's head has to be a sin.
"If A is the equivalent to B and that mirror was scene with you in it, then how precisly are you here in this creatures stomach?"
"You're asking me? All I know is there was no flea on my knee this time and I want my shampoo."
If I had to hear Blabber whine about her shampoo once more. I was going to start shopping at the crazy store. So I had to put an end to this and started to give off a little bit of rhyming bliss.
"Stick you shampoo,
Up your gazoo.
Whether you need thirty or two.
The fact remains true.
You want a bag of fleas?
I'll have them bite up your knees.
Take your Drazin this and Drazin that,
And go chow down on a rat.
You with the voices in your head.
That clutter must cause dread.
And yes you feed me,
But if you don't shut up I'll help Drazin drown you in the sea.
And Miss Priss,
You may think you are bliss.
But I'll slap that smirk,
If you don't help us and do some work."
After this little rhyming rant they all gave off some silly chant. I really pissed each off and they continued to scoff. This just made the stomach walls drip that much more and before long I could see the shore. Spots became clear and the plan from my little rhyming rear had surely worked. Finally up everyones ears perked. Then all of a sudden the stale sludge candy monster thing exploded all around. Let's just say we were drenched in his stale crap but could see the ground.
"Free, free. What the? Oh my God, I just want some sham..."
Blabber disappeared from view. I guess she was not as free as she thought and why? I had no clue. The four of us shrugged it off and found we were at a beach. It truly reminded us of that Gawker Island thing where those glowy eyed freaks came to preach. Thankfully nothing like that came due and we cleaned ourselves of all this rotten goo.
"Drazin will let this one go, fleabag. But only because it was Drazin that saved us all. You know Drazin is truly a god."
"Please! You had no idea what was going on, godly mook."
"Now demon, it is time you pay for such blasphemy."
Damn! I spoke way too soon. For out came some zombified freaks, each holding a candy spoon. The beach was actually brown sugar as well, I thought just in case we die I would ring that bell. A whole group of them surrounded us on the sugar beach. Saying Thinkingcap sent them to stop our continued breach. They were just as white haired and floaty as the other two that we gave a view. And yes they reminded us of some of the blogland crew. That is when from their lips drooling began to spew. Do I look like a tasty treat? Maybe it is Drazin they want to eat? Either way we prepared to fight without so much as a rock to use as a weapon in sight.
Well at least we got out of the sludge monsters gut. I would not want such a place to be my new hut. But what the heck is going on? Why are blogland crazies attacking us on a sugar lawn? What happened to those like old one eye and blabber? If she mentions shampoo once more Drazin may stab her. I guess we shall see what comes to pass when part five is shown by my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.