>>12537117While everyone in the theater was wallowing in their sorrows and fears of getting sued to high heaven for such a disrupted presentation which spewed weeks of "emotional pain", we were busy getting our hands dirty.
Keep your minds clean.
As said earlier, Slakoth's body was licked clean. Not *licked* licked, but it was sure presented that way. His organs were gone, as were all his body fluids, just a dusty carcass.
While this in itself, impressive, it conflicts with what we saw earlier.
Quags happened to point it out at the same time I was thinking about it.
"Wait, Wobbs! None of this adds up, remember how Slakoth was when he first got stabbed? Tons of blood spewed out, and after he said his last words, he was in a puddle of it! What happened to all of that?" he asked.
"I can't exactly say, it's as if the organs and fluids were harvested, as well as the blood trail cleaned, within the span of time there was when everyone was distracted by the rest of the play."
Mantine prodded Slakoth's face, "Lombre dragged Slakoth backstage back when everyone thought they were just actors, he's the one responsible for the harvesting then."
Quags prodded the body too, but his prods managed to chip a bit of the sloth's skin off, which now felt like the old, discarded, molted shells of a Bug-type.
Quags brought up another point, "He was gook'd and cleaned, okay, I get that part. But why isn't his body still warm? He was murdered not that long ago and already it's like he's been dead for decades! You'd think he'd be a gooey sack of flesh by now instead of like, shed Metapod remains."
Digging into my bottomless pocket, I retrieved a rubber glove, "Good simile there Quags, but I'm more concerned about this..."
