"This is it my former friends.
This is surely where it ends.
The curse I will place on all of you,
Will leave you feeling rather blue."
When Thinkingcap finished her rhyme Irish Air, who was too busy consoling old one eye, let out a blare. She jumped back as old one eye's looks even caused her flack. She was now one eye and blue. Wow, I bet many steps are going to have to come due.
"Next I will..."
"I'm going to make you eat that bloody hat."
"Drazin has to deal with the Irish again. Drazin has no luck."
"Come one buckaroo, it's almost high noon and I need some killing."
"Drazin takes that back, Drazin will take the Irish over that nut any day."
"Bryan, if he has all those voices in his head then that means he can have multiple votes."
"I saw him first, Brandon. You can have the blue cyclops, at least your half a vote can be a rare one."
"Drazin is surrounded by morons."
"Yeah, godly mook. I think the short bus is even too full for you at the moment."
"Would you eejits shut up and think of something already."
"I'm blue! Annnnneeee."
Old one eye sure can whine, she was hurting the ears of this feline. I guess she was blue. Sorry, I just had to. The Beer Guys noticed a hole in one of the broken mirror plots and ran off like a couple of two year old tots. It was not a bad idea though but Thinkingcap blocked it with some type of weird glow.
Drazin and Irish Air yanked her either way, one with her tail and the other with the hair her head had on display. I mule kicked her in the gut and Pat poked her with the finger of I am guessing King Tut. Miss Priss scratched at her face and some magic light things were flying all over the place.
"Let's see how you do,
When you are few.
You will rule the day,
You entered my trophy display."
"Shouldn't it be rue the day?"
"Leave it to the nut to know that."
"Cat, I'm not through with you. Tell me what you did."
With Irish Air's finale mutter we all got caught up in some magic light clutter. Then poof away we went. I think we got sucked down some vent. Once more we were four in this candy land tour. At least I did not have to listen to old one eye whine and Irish Air curse this feline. But oh the dread, these two were hard on the head.
"Does this make us ninja turtles, Brandon?"
"I call dibs on the top bunk at the lair."
"The lair, that sounds so ominous, right?"
"It could be anything. That is where will will cook up our Gummi Bear juice."
Those two kept playing around in their sewer shower. I guess they thought they had gained some mutant power. If only they had a beer then they could really give their name a cheer. We snuck by not wanting them to follow. Oh, how I hated this sewer wallow. There was no candy down here, just plenty of unspeakable things I fear.
"Fallen from grace have we? Don't worry, Heaven will help you back to the light."
In came Heaven on some long boat and away we began to float. Those Beer Guys saw us though but were having to much fun with their new sewer show.
"Hey Bryan, I guess they give new meaning to up shit creek."
"Keep swearing, Brandon. My voters will see my wholesome ninja turtle image and frown upon you."
Thankfully we floated out of hearing distance and our ears were safe. I think they were even starting to chafe. But it was not long before Heaven started to act like a ding dong.
"You fools have found,
My merry go round.
Suffer this plight,
Never again to see the light.
Oh and have a happy day,
That I just had to say."
She laughed like some hyena out of the Lion King and let her hands fling. She too floated in the air and now had pitch white hair. Yes, she also had the zombie face. But I did not care as the water was picking up at a steady pace.
"Really? We are going The River Wild? Hasn't this been done to death?"
"Drazin doesn't think so."
"Hmm, well that is new."
"Do something, Godly mook. It seems to have your brain cell level, maybe you can relate."
"Drazin still has time for some slippers, fleabag."
I guess Drazin needs a new watch or something. For this was going to sting. We had seconds before some big sludge monster made of stale candy gobbled us up. I hoped I would make him choke or at the very least hiccup. This thing was the size of a house and looks really gross, with eyes and a mouth pitch black, the later ready for his snack attack. With the water increasing its speed it looked like we were going to be plucked like a common weed.
So a sludge monster is going to eat us now? Will I ever again meow? I should have stayed with the Beer Guys at least I could have gave Go Ninja, Go Ninja, Go cries. Now we are going to be gobbled up like bass. I still hope it chokes on my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.