Miss Priss scratched Drazin on the arm as he picked her up to some alarm. He wiped the blood off and gave a smirk. I think he thought it was just another perk.
"Fleabag, Drazin was just going to throw you through the mirror and free your fleabag friends."
"Think again, foul demon."
"Would you go play with the voices in your head and leave Drazin the hell alone already?"
"Hell is correct. I shall send you back from whence you came."
Pat, being as much of a nut as ever, ran at Drazin, which was a rather fruitless endeavor. The godly mook just stepped aside, allowing Pat's head and a mirror to collide. That hard head of his was always rather strong and the mirror cracked, bursting to pieces before long. Out jumped Just Keepin' It Real, Folks. That name is a lot to read for some blokes. So Folklore it is from now on or at least until we get out of this candy land lawn.
"You are my elevator, you lift my spirits."
"Is she crazy too? Drazin can't take this."
"She does seem a bit off, demon."
We all jumped back as she began hovering in the air. She then sported pitch white hair. Her face turned all zombie green and she shrieked making quite the scene.
"Kill it! Kill it now!"
Miss Priss yelled at me. What the heck could I do to kill something so freaky? But I got an idea and leaped onto Drazin's bald head. It was time she stopped shrieking and causing me dread. So I kicked the nearest torch off the wall and it flew down the hall. Folklore still shrieked her zombie looking head off, running around looking to dunk her head in a horse trough.
"She got fired from the hotdog stand for putting her hair in a bun."
"Even on fire she's nuts. There must be something in that candy."
Her hair may have been wispy but now Folklore was pretty much extra crispy. It one quick flash she simply turned to ash.
"That careless pyromaniac sure made an ash or herself."
"Pat, shut up!"
"Drazin doesn't know how you fleabags put up with him"
"Isn't a god supposed to have patience for such things?"
The bickering ceased as we looked behind the broken mirror where Folklore was kept. It was quite dirty making it clear no one swept. I guess coming up with those puns took a lot of work and made her forgo cleaning runs. All that remained was a candy cane. Drazin pulled it out looking for some type of gain and then it started to rain. Yeah, rain in a little cubicle does sound insane. But it washed away all that was there and then it sparkled with a shine that even impressed this OCD feline.
The shine was magnified by Drazin's bald head and it seemed we were in for more dread. It criss crossed down the hall and bounced off each and every wall. It hit a few more mirrors causing them to crack, setting more free and we did not know if they would attack.
"Excalibur, why have you forsaken me?"
"Shut up, nut! Drazin takes it back, use your damn finger like that Gawker place."
"If only you weren't such an annoying little rhyming ass, maybe they wouldn't want to kill you."
We backed up in a circle as many jumped free. All of them were known to me. But if they were zombified witch things that could fly without wings, I did not want any part. For they may try to rip out and eat my heart.
Irish Air and old one eye along with each Beer Shower guy and that Thinkingcap all came near, filling the gap.
"Cat! You ass licking fecker, what have you bloody well gotten us into this time. Eejits!"
"Brandon, I call dibs on the candy. Voters will eat this stuff up."
"Judging from your new fat suit, I think you already beat them to it, Bryan."
"I really do have one eye. Cat, what did you do?"
"Bryan, do you think there are steps to get over that look?"
"I think she's going to need more than one beer in the shower to forget about that."
"Cat, tell me now or I'll bury you in your poo filled litterbox."
"I need a drink. This shite is too much."
"Anne, is right. Maybe they have chocolate beer?"
"Or gummy beer. Like that Gummi Bear show it could put some bounce in your step."
Drazin, Miss Priss and I started to back away. They did not act all zombified but were still crazier than all in the Cuckoo's nest any day. Pat, just sat and enjoyed the show. All the voices in his head were enjoying the added flow. Then Thinkingcap finally came up behind us all and let out some strange call.
"Your fingers and toes will rot.
I'll turn you into something hot.
But you will look strange,
As your voice has a whole new range."
"Thou art a demon. I will smite thee."
"I think she's taking those god posts to heart."
"Anne, tell me I'm seeing things. My vision is screwed up thanks to that cat!"
"Brandon, do you think the vote of a God would count as two?"
Thinkingcap turned into a horrible sight. She was covered in light and then it was like she was sucked into her cap. You can imagine how all those around us continued to yap. Then she emerged from the cap half human half horse and by the look of her she did not have a shred of remorse. Her god posts really did send her around the bend. Now she had a horse rear end and wanted to give us one too. This surely would not do.
Wow, old one eye can sure whine. And she blames this feline. That is just rude and what is with Thinkingcap's attitude? I guess turning into such a creature made her go all horror feature. Someone could surely get put to grass but it is not going to be my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.