mpaired-types are missing some severe shit. Which might not be a bad thing. Like, if you ever want to eat again. "
"Tell us," said Spyder.
"Im just babbling cause Im a little scared. You dont need this shit in your heads. My guess is therell be plenty of monsters to go round. "
Spyder shifted in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position. The sheath for Apollyons knife kept jabbing him in the leg. When he tried to stand, Lulu pulled him back down.
"Theres things on the wires. Like baboons with porcu-pine quills all down their backs. The quills are matted together, like knives. Theyre eating this green fungus growing on the wires. The bored ones are grabbing souls from the other carts and dropping em into the sea. "
Spyder fidgeted as Shrike began to sing. "Just sit right back and youll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip that started from this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship…?" Lulu picked up the Gilligans Island theme, then Spyder. When that was done Spyder tried to remember the words to the Mickey Mouse Club, but all he could come up with was, "Hey there, Hi there, Ho there, were as happy as can be…?," so they sang that over and over until it got boring. Lulu started a kids song about a dog named "Bingo. " They sang every TV theme and campfire song they ever knew.
Finally, Lulu said, "Praise the lord. Were made it. " A moment later, the bottom of the cart dragged across a beach that crunched underfoot, like crushed shells. They jumped out and landed safely on the ground, as the cart continued its endless roundabout journey.
Lulu grabbed Spyder and pulled him and Shrike to their feet. "Lets move. Were attracting a crowd. More of those hangin
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