Chapter Sicily: Magical Emerald Holder
"Crikey!" said Bokkun as he spied on the terrible occurrence from his tree perch. It was the tallest tree in the forest because it was over a thousand years old and you could see every house in the world from its apex legendarily.
"I can see a great horror! The blue cloaked DOOMER was actually Squilliam Fancyson the entire time!" Bokkun spoke through his lip movements.
Bokkun reached into his backpack and took out a sardine. He cooked it over a fire and sauteed it with banana. He then sprinkled garlic all over it to prove that he was not a vampire. As Bokkun swallowed the sardine, he remembered what happened to his lost car keys.
Meanwhile, Silver was still hurting madly. He cried at the sky and fell on his nose. The turkey sandwich in his back pocket fell out and landed by Squilliam's tentacled toe.
"Shut your weeping loser face, scrub!" Squilliam growled menacingly. He then stuck his toe into the turkey sandwich and absorbed all of its essence like a bloodthirsty butterfly.
"That heinous idiot!" cried Mighty. He shot an arrow at Squilliam, but they bounced right off of his newly acquired abs of death. Mighty wept for his inability to make a difference. "I am no man! I am but a failing warlock of gloom!"
"Pull yourself together, man!" cried Omega, blasting his lasers at Squilliam, but the lasers broke once they touched the squid abs. He and Mighty embraced and wept into each other's lovely biceps.
They are all stunned and unable to proceed… thought Toto. This is so bogus… I cannot fight without my guitar and Squilliam is buff beyond belief!
"Are we all settled now?" asked Squilliam with a smirk of delightful injustice. "Noice. We'll be taking the un-abbed studlord now, if you don't mind."
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