SLOBFERN (Translated from Slobese)

...Heck was that all about?


QUEEN MAYA CELIA

See? You just can't trust those things. They can't even trust those things. If you hadn't freed it, a bigger one might have just absorbed it and it would NOT have shared a taste with us.

SLOBFERN (Translated from Slobese)

Didn't they gross you out anyway?


QUEEN MAYA CELIA

They could at least offer.

CO-QUEEN DOCTOR STAPHANIE CELIA

Let's not waste layers. There's a room just to our left that might be of interest...what is that? A happy mouse?


QUEEN MAYA CELIA

A happy fly, dear. I guess you're not an artist, but that's okay.

You shudder a bit as you scuttle around the corner. You just had a flashback to what made the fly-things "happy" once before.

The door groans as you open it...

???

Sorry. I'm dead. Like for real this time.


SLOBFERN (Translated from Slobese)

"This time?"


???

Oops. Wrong person.


SLOBFERN (Translated from Slobese)

I see. You wouldn't know anything about computers, would you?


???

Sorry. Too dead.


The musty old bones rattle gently as they emit a loud, fake snoring sound. You're not certain if this thing knows what being dead is, but lately, you're not sure you know anymore either.





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