>>5362484https://youtu.be/v2bJyAHzqqY“<span class="mu-s">Were you ALWAYS this stupid, or were you BONE yesterday!?!</span>” Snarls Talbot’s body as it hurls you through the kitchen and into the coffee table! “<span class="mu-s">I’ve had to listen to you and your entourage of ignoramuses butcher my name for DAYS now, so listen closely–you might LEARN something!</span>”
Snatching you up by the leg before you can scurry away from the debris, <span class="mu-r">THE LICH IN TALBOT’S BODY</span> whips you around the mobile home slamming your body into every wall, ceiling, and appliance he can see! “<span class="mu-s">I… AM</span> <span class="mu-r">TIBIUS MAXIMUS:</span> <span class="mu-s">THE NEW AND ETERNAL RULER OF THIS WRETCHED TOWN… AND SOON…</span>”
Letting you go in mid-air, <span class="mu-r">THE LICH</span> snatches your head with a tentacle and slams you face-first into the floor!
“<span class="mu-s">THE WOOOOORRRRLDD!</span>”
Leaving you in a heap in the middle of the kitchen, the lich wearing Talbot’s body steps up into the mobile home and fiddles with the bowtie around his neck with a quiet cackle! “<span class="mu-s">Poor, poor Stanley… it really is SO hard to find good friends nowadays, isn’t it?</span>”
Answering his question with a swipe of your <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAWS,</span> your attack goes wide as he bats your arm away with a tentacle! “<span class="mu-s">Easy now–wouldn’t want to scratch up your new boy-toy, would you? Unless you’re into the rough stuff, that is! NYAHAHAHA!</span>”
Still reeling from being flung all over the trailer, you start the slow process of peeling yourself off the floor. What… what the <span class="mu-i">hell</span> did you do to Talbot?
“<span class="mu-s">Ah-ah-ah: you can stay right there, thanks!</span>” Before you can protest, a swarm of tendrils dart at your head and slam it back into the wood floor! “<span class="mu-s">And I didn’t DO anything, you floundering floorwaxer! YOU’RE the one who decided to make friends with MY thralls!</span>”
They… you hiss through gritted teeth as the taste of blood spreads through your mouth, they were free-
“<span class="mu-s">To obey ME, yes…</span>” Replies Talbot’s current tenant. “<span class="mu-s">And for the longest time I was ALMOST worried I’d been a tad too SOFT on how much influence I exerted over them… until, that is, you came along…</span>” His crooked smile becomes even more gnarled. “<span class="mu-s">Tell me, Stanley: do you make friends with every BATTERY you use? Do you ask your toast and jam at breakfast to regale you with their tragic backstories?</span>”
Cackling menacingly to himself, Talbot’s masked face lights up with glee as another example comes to mind! “Or wait… do you take every pencil and eraser you use to bed with you? Or would you rather your relationship stayed strictly platonic?”
Shut <span class="mu-s">UP,</span> you snarl, still pinned to the floor! Shut the HELL UP!
>CONTD. 