5- H is for Hallucinating
"Mango head." Saimouri whispered, pointing at Lombardi as bits of chewed up mango fell out of his mouth.
"EEEWWWW, gross!" replied the teen, averting his eyes from the despicable sight. What was that guy doing, chewing with his mouth open pointing at him with mango-hands…
Oh dear…
He had been warned of this… first sickness, then hallucinations then it would be…
"AAARRRRRGH"
He screamed as he bent over in agony. "No! Not stomach ache!"
Saimouri looked at the youth as he writhed in front of him. Was that really his fate? Was he to suffer with stomach aches and mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango?
Mango mango?
Oh dear…
Trommell sat… or rather, lay sprawled on the table, his head pounding with excruciating pain… too much Sake…
"Trommell? What's going on?"
He looked up at the tall man "I can't explain myself. Go look." And with that he passed out cold.
Seymour could feel in brewing in the pit of his stomach. "Egad! Not the Pain!" The writhing agony spread through his chest as he collapsed onto the ground. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGHGHGHGHHHHH!"
"Wuss!" Lommi managed to squeak whilst clutching his own stomach. He hadn't screamed that loudly…
"SWEET YEVON! SEYMOUR, WHAT'S GOING ON?!?"
Seymour managed to look up, only to see the disgusted face of his father. "Man-go…" he muttered before passing out cold. Jyscal shook his head and turned to a figure lurking in the shadows. "I fear our sons have outdone themselves."
The figure came forwards undaunted, laughing gruffly. He drew out his massive sword, slicing the last mango in half and chomping the two halves in seconds. He smirked victoriously at the stunned Guado, and savagely proclaimed "That's how it's done!"
WHO WAS THAT STUNNING, GORGEOUS, MASAMUNE-WEILDING BABE-A-ROO? OK, MAYBE I'VE GIVEN AWAY HIS IDENTITY THERE…. BUT STAY TUNED!
