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After seeing Seafood do his richool on the Nubbin Nun, you follow-up on the frottage of the second Telly Pop-up you found innawoods. It led to the Telly in the TownBoss' strongroom. You were wonderun how to get innar.
With the TownBoss sorted, you hit the Cash Holders at the front of town. You'd expect them to hold moar than what you managed to bagg, and Gauld and Plattnumm, but maybe that's because of the Plague; Ger-nomes love money too much to park it where there's no business. What you got was their candy n baccy munny. Loose change.
Well whatever. This town is done and so are you.
With Gui Li's Altar, the Dimmies and the Nubbin Nun packed into your Pouch Undead are not killed by storage, you're ready to set off whenever Seafood's ready.
He's been kludging sumfin since before you went to make the two frottages, maybe from the night you slept hungry and Gui Li attacked your dreams. All the surplus Living Men's Blood you've wrung from the Dedd Town (<span class="mu-g">siwaddaididdurr</span>) has gone into his kludge.
For reference he has the Whitey Sord, Stikk, n Mally in front of him, which he examine thoughtfully from time to time. When he does, he always glances at you, like he's measuring you. He's writing a lot, using charcoal on toily books. You think he's composing or inventing sumn, because sumtimes he goes back and tears or crosses out bits, and sumtimes he copies several different bits wiv bludd onna rag. You ready yourself for sum baalshidd, because when is it not, with Seafood's this innerestid.
Then the chanting starts, and you start feeling the sumn like the beginnings of a zappy. You get the hell away and make a new nest, made under the mixt iron slab the Nubbin Nun was on.
Three days later Seafood calls for you.
"TUDI."
"<span class="mu-g">nerrrr... yah?</span>"
"TUDI! GET OUT COME HERE!"
"<span class="mu-g">MM COMMAN mm comman! I herja va furz time Sweetfudds.</span>"
"And did not present yourself. Have you never died before."
"<span class="mu-g">nerr... no?</span>"
"Shut up and get naked."
"<span class="mu-g">...iz we pluppen Seafood. Can yez be gennl. Cuz I'z not a hoemoegae for va buttstuff.</span>"
"I am not a Sleevecutter hoemoegae either, fool; neither I were, to pick you for transmissive frolic."
"<span class="mu-g">Should I take me tuckeroos orf too.</span>"
"Regrettably."
"<span class="mu-g">But i'z shy</span>"
"Shut up and do it, idiot. If I did not need to I wouldn't."
"<span class="mu-g">Nerr. So Sweetfuds backed up too?</span>
"What. <span class="mu-s">No.</span> Tss. Come here. Shifu needs to put this on you with his own hands." It's a reely longy necklace, made of wood balls n bronze ballz n glass ballz, and lots of swishstrings tassels n trinkkittz. Some of th
"<span class="mu-g">...painal beedz?</span>"
"Come. <span class="mu-r">HERE!</span>"
You get over there before he really loses it.
It's too longy for your neck as-is, and the string is metal rope that doesn't twist, so he slings it across your body instead.
