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.

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.