"Well, what are you going to do," Arthur heard himself yell across the
room, addressing the invisible Agrajag.
With a loud, strained laugh from Agrajag, like someone who was attempting to laugh evilly but found he hadn't the strength to finish, there was a louder "Whirrrrrrrrrrrrgchhhhhhk!" from the doorway, for the motors had no glass to catch on, and they stopped.
"Oh, dear. Has the doorway stuck?" He inquired."
"Er," Arthur said, confused. He had not expected this to happen, "yes?" he questioned, as if afraid that this was the wrong answer to give a person who was already obsessed with killing him. It probably was.
Agrajag yelled. A loud, pained, howling yell, which made Arthur's hands fly to his ears. "I don't care!" he said, quickly, quietly, almost to himself, "Yes, I will. I'll do it anyway," he said, breathing in short quick gasps, his voice hurried. He had obviously been pushed over the brink. And before Arthur began to speak, even open his mouth, a thick, black fog leaked its way into the room. It engulfed arthur, blinded him. His eyes stung sharply. He breathed in, which was a mistake, for his lungs filled with the black smoke and his chest burned, as if there was a bonfire being lit inside his lungs. He doubled over in pain, and, in his shock, breathed more of the awful smoke. Now he felt like collapsing on all fours and vomiting. He fanned his arms pitifully at the smoke, and blundered forward. Now seeking out the doorway through the blackness, he found a pile of sharp glass shards from the fallen door. The shards tore at the skin of his feet, making him hop forward. His feet were becoming more ripped and torn, slipping on some of the larger panes of glass. He successfully navigated through the shards, at the cost of a pair of damaged and bloodied feet. He now found himself in a corridor, still blinded with smoke that had followed him through the door. He ran for a short distance, he bumped into what seemed like a man's figure, except it was metal, and a little short.
"Hello, Arthur. Have i told you how depressed I am?" Marvin spoke, in the same, sullen monotone.
With a loud, strained laugh from Agrajag, like someone who was attempting to laugh evilly but found he hadn't the strength to finish, there was a louder "Whirrrrrrrrrrrrgchhhhhhk!" from the doorway, for the motors had no glass to catch on, and they stopped.
"Oh, dear. Has the doorway stuck?" He inquired."
"Er," Arthur said, confused. He had not expected this to happen, "yes?" he questioned, as if afraid that this was the wrong answer to give a person who was already obsessed with killing him. It probably was.
Agrajag yelled. A loud, pained, howling yell, which made Arthur's hands fly to his ears. "I don't care!" he said, quickly, quietly, almost to himself, "Yes, I will. I'll do it anyway," he said, breathing in short quick gasps, his voice hurried. He had obviously been pushed over the brink. And before Arthur began to speak, even open his mouth, a thick, black fog leaked its way into the room. It engulfed arthur, blinded him. His eyes stung sharply. He breathed in, which was a mistake, for his lungs filled with the black smoke and his chest burned, as if there was a bonfire being lit inside his lungs. He doubled over in pain, and, in his shock, breathed more of the awful smoke. Now he felt like collapsing on all fours and vomiting. He fanned his arms pitifully at the smoke, and blundered forward. Now seeking out the doorway through the blackness, he found a pile of sharp glass shards from the fallen door. The shards tore at the skin of his feet, making him hop forward. His feet were becoming more ripped and torn, slipping on some of the larger panes of glass. He successfully navigated through the shards, at the cost of a pair of damaged and bloodied feet. He now found himself in a corridor, still blinded with smoke that had followed him through the door. He ran for a short distance, he bumped into what seemed like a man's figure, except it was metal, and a little short.
"Hello, Arthur. Have i told you how depressed I am?" Marvin spoke, in the same, sullen monotone.