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The boy stared at him with hollow eyes and

  • The boy stared at him with hollow eyes and a smile that was disconnected from them. Several of his teeth were missing so when he sang, a little whistle escaped with each S. A bomb
  • burst in the distance. The child turned and motioned them into a nearby yurt. Inside, and pointed us to a table and stirred the embers of a fire under a tea kettle. Then we
  • ate tsampa and butter tea. I accidentally inhaled the tsampa powder into my lungs. I was hacking while they whacked my chest hard. Really hard. It made me so mad I punched
  • my head through a wall and began retching into the empty wall space while they redoubled their efforts to "help" me by pounding on my back now. Just when I thought I was done
  • I was grabbed around the middle and they started with Heimlichs. I heard my ribs crack. They pulled me back; my head was no longer stuck in the wall, but I think my ears were gone.
  • A small sacrifice to make, pending the circumstances. With the TNT in hand, I rushed to find the bomb technician: down the corridor, a left turn, a right, and another left, where
  • the bomb technician was supposed to be, but instead of the bomb technician it was B'chugerroth, the duke of deepest dread! Using nearly all of his floating black tentacles, he
  • dextrously disarmed the bomb. The bomb technician could only beam with pride at the accomplishment of his latest protegé. "That's my boy." B'chugerroth returned through the portal.
  • But before it left, B'chugerroth twirled it's handlebar tentacles. "You haven't seen the last of me! Mwah-ha-ha!" as it imploded into a singularity. Bomb tech and son stood proud.
  • It was a short lived pride though, as B'chugerroth's mother revealed herself behind them and stabbed them both to death, quickly turning them into a red pulpy mess.
Started
2010-12-31 18:34:42
Finished
2011-06-23 02:20:33

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