RAMBLIN' EVIL COLORECTAL POLYP:

Remembered I exist again, eh? Re-thinking life with a few stowaways?

FERN:

Eugh...no. Willis and the thingy are gone and you're the only one left who can talk.

RAMBLIN' EVIL COLORECTAL POLYP:

Aw, I'm kidding. Wouldn't board a sinkin' ship anyway.

FERN:

What's that supposed to mean?!

RAMBLIN' EVIL COLORECTAL POLYP:

Ha, relax, I'm...double kidding. Heh.

The kiddie ain't got anything I can track, but those sloppo things leave a juicy reek.

RAMBLIN' EVIL COLORECTAL POLYP:

Hmmmm...oh, OH, yeah...they were definitely in here, but...so was somethin' else. Came from deeper in. Must've really spooked the slog whatsit from the smell of things.

FERN:

Can you, er, follow them?

RAMBLIN' EVIL COLORECTAL POLYP:

Yeah, easy...but this other stink...

Yikes...no mistaking it.

FERN:

...?

RAMBLIN' EVIL COLORECTAL POLYP:

It's worm. Not a little worm, either, like you'll find 'em between meals. A pretty big one, like you'll only find in...well, in a rotting zone. Their favorite.

Thought it was funkier than usual around here.

Something else, too...

Can't place it, but...don't like it. I'll take you to the kiddo and the ghoul but I think I'm gonna sit out whatever happens next.

FERN:

Really? You didn't "sit out" for anything else that wants to kill us.

RAMBLIN' EVIL COLORECTAL POLYP:

Yeah. I sure didn't.