>PUT THE SKULL IN THE HOLE
Bracing against the rancid odor, you take down the tattered sheet and gently plop the skull into the corpse stash.
You try to ignore the sound of what seems like the human skull rolling and wallowing in rot as you inspect the room, otherwise exactly how you last left it.
SKULL:
Yeah! Yeah!!! This here's the GOOD stuff!! Feelin' GREAT!!!
Yeah! Yeah!!! This here's the GOOD stuff!! Feelin' GREAT!!!
FERN:
That's nice.
That's nice.
SKULL:
Rememberin' stuff, too! Important-type stuff!
Like how if you folks had just gotten me some magboil biomass without askin' first...I'da probably gone zonkers. Probably be eatin' ya down to the core as we speak!
Rememberin' stuff, too! Important-type stuff!
Like how if you folks had just gotten me some magboil biomass without askin' first...I'da probably gone zonkers. Probably be eatin' ya down to the core as we speak!
FERN:
Oh. Swell.
Oh. Swell.
SKULL:
Hmmmmmmmmmm........
Hmmmmmmmmmm........
FERN:
Huh?
Huh?
SKULL:
Oof. That ain't good. And that ain't good! Hoo boy! Woo doggie! Real prickly stuff comin' back to me!
You hang on, I'll tell ya' once I'm all pulled together.
Oof. That ain't good. And that ain't good! Hoo boy! Woo doggie! Real prickly stuff comin' back to me!
You hang on, I'll tell ya' once I'm all pulled together.
