Chapter 4

The art school was like a cross between a graveyard and mars. There were little red monsters floating about everywhere, waving Mexican shrunken heads.

'Nice decor' commented Ingus, licking a head as it floated up his nose 'Bit feminine for my liking though'

'DIE, SUCKAAAA!' bellowed Refia as she shoved a sock over his head.


One hour later, they were sitting in the studio, drawing each other.

Arc was drawing Refia licking Luneth's toe.

Ingus was drawing Arc do the locus position.

Refia was drawing Ingus nibbling on his ear.

Luneth was drawing them all together, crawling around on the floor.


It was time for the moment they had all been waiting for...

There was someone coming to look at their drawings...

A very important someone...

And that person was...

Bob Trollkins!

Bob was a small troll doll that had somehow come alive when he was snogged by Santa Claus. He had purple hair that stuck straight up, and he played the guitar. He was also a nudist.


He walked into the studio.

'HOWDY Y'ALL,' he screeched.

Then he went over to comment on the drawings done by the (not so) fantastic foursome.

First of all, he looked at Arc's.

'Okay.' he said, stroking his beard and pushing his small pink glasses further into his ear 'That's amazing! You have real talent! Can you lick my toes next? Oh, and the drawing is quite good. '

Then he looked at Ingus' drawing

'Flippedeydoodahday!' he squawked. 'You look like a QBS! That is absolutely fantastico, bella bella!'

Arc started picking his nose.

'What's a QBS?' he inquired politely.

'It's like, totally, like, a Queer Boy Scout.' Said Bob in an American accent.

Refia's drawing of Ingus was next.

'Wow,' whinnied Bob 'You have a very long ear'

And last but not least, Luneth.

'HAHAHAHAHA' Bob laughed. 'YOU LOOK LIKE SHEEP!'