>>5175314Blowing a raspberry at the capricious beast, you whistle for your <span class="mu-g">SENTIENT ASTRAL SKELETON</span> to return!
“Finally! Listen, Stan-”
Good news, Ly: after much delineation, the committee has unanimously deemed you to be <span class="mu-r">SPICY HOT!</span> Hold applause, please! The news doesn’t seem to enthuse your skeleton much.
“Great–can we go now? A storm’s brewin’ in da’ <span class="mu-g">LIVIN’ ROOM!</span>” The sudden urgency in his voice quickly siphons away your good mood–the living room? What is it?
“A place where folks relax–usually in armchairs while watchin’ da’ tube.” Ly explains. “But dat’s not important right now! Come on!”
The bony banshee ‘<span class="mu-i">LY</span>’ds the way through the wall, prompting you to hurry close behi<span class="mu-s">OW, FUCK!</span>
“Ya might wanna try da’ <span class="mu-i">door</span>, cupcake.” Ly suggests as you recoil from your collision with the wall. Steadying yourself, you’re just about to race after Ly when you hear a haughty snicker behind you–whipping around to face the culprit, something in your glare takes <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY</span> off-guard–long enough for you to snatch her up by the scruff of her neck before taking her with you!
Kicking your bedroom door open, you’re down the hall in seconds flat by the time the commotion in the living room grows to a crescendo! Pet still dangling from your hand, you skid around the corner at the end of the hallway to find your pals gathered in a circle like Middle School kids about to witness a fight! Takes ya back…
“Stan!” Tucker shouts, being the first of the bunch to notice you, “You gotta stop ‘em!”
Stop <span class="mu-i">WHAT?!</span>
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