What

What

otter nonsense is this?" I rolled my eyes. I was tired of Geoffrey's zoo keeper humor, mostly because I was tired of keeping with Geoff. "No, wait" and showed me a pic of 2 otters

llamas refused to eat him though. I put his chopped up remains under their noses and they spit on me. One did lick his severed hand. But now I was stuck with these body parts in

my pockets and TSA agents are trained to sniff out human flesh. I scampered through O'Hare's petting zoo and into the small knife shop. Maybe I could cut the body parts into little

strips, dab the strips of human flesh with pepper & pass 'em off as bags of spicy beef jerky. "Do you think that would fool the TSA agents?" I spoke out loud without realizing.

I was arrested by the thought police and released after re-education. I never spoke like that again. I wrote in Gibberish. That was a good deal safer than English. These dudes were

certainly talking funny, and wearing white coats and pants, and some of em even had special wands I told them that I wanted one too, but the Thought Police wouldn't allow it.

They whispered that those who had the special wands were minions of the Shadow's Reach and although they hadn't yet discovered who you were, it would not be long before they did.

But I had secretly converted my wand into a scepter & my flying broom into a slithering vaccume. Set to live in the bowels of hiding I discovered how to suck souls out. *Sssslurp!*