You step outside the putrescent hut for a breath of slightly less fetid air, and notice something slightly awry.

CELIA:

Oh, you want some, huh!? I'll take you ALL on, ELONGATED SCALAWAGS!


YOU:

Uh...Celia?


CHATTERING WORM:

So it's true. The old dingbat finally croaked.


FEATHERY WORM:

Told you so! TOLD YOU GUYS!