“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.”
Jim A. pushed for the Gno Kingdom to take the second strike. The others protested that there was no sinkhole about, so no past-to-future matching existed. The Gno Kingdom had never taken a direct or indirect hit and never would. So says the rules of Special Sinkology. Then I’ll lure him to Pipersville myself, schemed revenge motivated Jim A. Brown, his heart ripped from his body and projected onto a demon. Maybe that soul stealer Ben Bolt as well. Oh they’ll write a song about them, he dreams. But it won’t have a happy ending.
It was the more unusual of the buildings at the X marking the center of X-City. Well, what was left of it. Orange it was, and elongated. With circular sides ghosting a circular front in my opinion. For I’ve surmised what this building actually is. We’ve seen the address before.
The X marks the portal between Real and Second Lyves. Sign.
I knew who the mermaid inside was at the bottom of it (bottom writing). But she was something else. Not a whale, although that’s part and parcel of the legend. Not quite a jellyfish, but that was closer. Squid? I haven’t quite connected the dots. Dot dot dot…
If only she could tell us herself.
Oh dear. Oh bloody hell.
There was only one other character I could introduce to attempt to put a face on it. We’ve seen *him* before.
It’s a matter of time. Does the face remain (2) full and smiling or does it become (1) smaller and then (3) wink out, leaving us with nothing.