>>5306448“The good news,” The Witch continues, “Ees that the mental defective responsible for the mess was eviscerated mere <span class="mu-i">seconds</span> after he made his mistake. The bad news,” she sighs, “Ees that hees leetle mistake attracted some, shall we say, ‘<span class="mu-i">unwanted guests</span>’.”
“<span class="mu-r">DEMONS?</span>” Syb asks, earning a tongue click from the golem.
“Your mental fortitude is worthy of <span class="mu-i">song</span>, <span class="mu-s">NOVICE.</span> Yes, stupid, the mistake opened a portal to another dimension: one that ees home to a particularly unscrupulous demon and his horde of thralls: <span class="mu-r">RUMOS: COLLECTOR OF SECRETS.</span>”
“Pfft,” Talbot scoffs, “Sounds like a huge <span class="mu-i">dork</span> to me!”
“And every word that escapes your perpetually-flapping lips sounds like a donkey braying to me.” Snaps Izzie. “Now here’s the eemportant part: being a, as you say, ‘<span class="mu-i">huge dork</span>’, the first think the demon did upon entering this plane was commandeer the facility’s seestems, save for a few, as you can plainly see.”
The golems gesture to the room around you. Yep, you nod, not a lot of demons in here, that’s for sure.
“No thanks to <span class="mu-i">you</span>, stupid.” The witch snarls. “Were it not for my swift actions, your bodies would be picked clean and your souls would be fettered forever in <span class="mu-r">THE COLLECTOR OF SECRET’S</span> ruling plane… doomed to forever answer basic trivia questions about your homeworld!”
Oh come on, you chuckle, that doesn’t sound <span class="mu-i">that</span> bad!
“Eet ees, alright? Don’t be a <span class="mu-i">bitch</span>.” The witch counters! “Now while all eet would take ees for someone to fight their way to the center of this <span class="mu-g">PYRAMID-</span>”
“<span class="mu-i">Pyramid</span> power?” Sybil scoffs with renewed venom in her voice, “No <span class="mu-i">wonder</span> your facility was overrun. Pyr-”
“I have trekked to countless planes and worlds long before you humans learned what <span class="mu-i">fire</span> ees, <span class="mu-s">NOVICE,</span> and every civilization worth eets salt <span class="mu-i">swore</span> by pyramid power. Every. One.”
“Aha!” Sybil grins, “Then perhaps you’ve heard of those structures we built in <span class="mu-i">Egypt</span>? What were those called again?”
“Oh… oh <span class="mu-i">no!</span>” The witch exclaims in shock, “Th-the <span class="mu-i">PYRAMIDS!</span> Y-you’re absolutely right-I-I can’t <span class="mu-i">believe</span> I forgot about the <span class="mu-i">pyr-</span>oh <span class="mu-i">WAIT</span>, that was the <span class="mu-g">PLEIADIANS.</span> Oops. Spoilers.”
Opening her trembling lips for a retort, Sybil is once again interrupted by the voice coming from the golem’s head.
“Now run along and cry into your preemitive pillow, <span class="mu-s">NOVICE.</span> The adult is still talkink.”
Art wraps his arm around Syb as she once more falls into embarrassed catatonia. Dang, man!
>CONTD. 