“He will — see you now.” The voice was husky and deep, sort of like Darth Vader.
“That’s great. That’s wonderful! I’m so happy.”
“Are you — not rattled?” the giant turtle asked, his beak only inches from the crocogator’s ear now.
“Nah, nah, I’m okay. It was better than, say, Barry *Manilow*, hehe.” Crocogator stared over at Andy’s huge face. “Get it? Because Barry Manilow is so *awful*.” Andy most definitely didn’t get it. There was nothing more to say here.
“Watch out for the exploding lamb!” Winkler the big frog warned. Luke Skywalker this time.
Crocogator walked around the lamb, but in doing so moved just left enough to fall out of “Heaven” while crossing this open corner.
So close to God, he lamented while dusting himself off back on the ground. Now I’ll have to start all over.
He looked around for the clown so that he could start all over.
“Ahh! A monster!”
“Oh thank God. A beautiful princess…
… with a death skull face *panic*!”
“What *is* this place?”
“And where the hell did the clown go? Over there?”
“Oh God! Lost control! Spinning…!”
“Okay, there’s the Lord,” Crocogator continues, “safe” on the other side now. “But I can’t concentrate on him because of all these *slapping tentacles*. This is not Heaven. It’s Hell!”
“And where’s that horrible, gut wrenching ‘music’ coming from?”
“Certainly not from over *there*.”
“How long to keep him in the cat place, sire?”
“Oh, a couple hollers more should do it.”
“I pray that I’ve done good by you my Lord.”
“Okay, yes sir,” Crocogator speaks to the booming voice in the sky, his King. He rises.
Sacrificee Renaldo O’Donnell stands up from the sacrificial altar, heart beating again within him. He has a new one.
“I will take you to the King now.”
“Not those two silly beings. The real one. Over here.”
“Alright. Thank you again! Thank you so much.”