Blobby: Boy, they call this the Dark Forest for a reason, I can’t see a thing!
Roy: You’re… not… allowed… to complain.
Moustachia: My head huwts!
Blobby: Sorry, friends, but if I don’t sit atop the Log, steering and documenting our Adventure, then I will be in breach of my Stenographer Oath, future generations will be robbed of these historic moments, and I totally got a thing with my backbone…
Roy: You don’t have a backbone!
Blobby: Fair enough. Let’s take a breather and get our bearings. Roy, you can maybe even photopaint!
Roy: *grumble grumble*
Blobby: The volcano – Mount Feroshi was it? – is still a good distance away. I don’t know how we’ll ever make it to this Ninjatown for help…
Flying Devil: Hey yous! I thought I saw somethins ridiculous-like runnins out of the Darks Lair!
Blobby: Oh noes!
Flying Devil: I’m gonnas thump you goods I will!
Roy: Darn! I knew I should have worn gloves to cover my inky trail!
Blobby: Roy, we’re done for!
Moustachia: Hey, wait a second! I’w show you to be jewk-mouth!
Flying Devil: Whoa whoa! Stays away from theres, ya cookie duster!
* S N A P ! *
Flying Devil: My wings! You wreckeds ‘em! You’ll pays for this in both literal and figurative fashions…
* C R A S H ! ! ! *
Blobby: Moustachia, what’d you do?
Moustachia: His wings wewen’t weawy weaw! I chewed frew‘ the stwap and made him cwash!
Roy: Brilliant!
Blobby: That faker wasn’t even a real Flying Devil, he’s just got magic attachable wings! Well, let’s hurry up and get out of here before he comes to – MUSH!
Roy: Ugh…
Current Mood: ...
Discoveries Made: The Flying Devil is a LIAR!
Hereinto referenced: Blobby ¤ Blobby Log ¤ Flying Devil ¤ Moustachia ¤ Roy
