197 Near Disasters
A word of advice.
Never strap explosives to a ghoul. It's tacky.
I'd rather not know what's gotten into the City today, but I've disarmed at least a dozen rotting, moaning creatures since 6:00 AM, brushed past Boggle's oversized cousin at the beach on my morning run, and removed twenty-odd clumsily engineered traps from my places of business before returning home for a shower.
At the moment, I believe the fish Cal flushed when he was five is plotting revenge from the toilet. How it got there from South Carolina is a mystery that I fear will never be solved, though I'm impressed. Freddy's very active for a piranha that's been dead thirteen years.
Never strap explosives to a ghoul. It's tacky.
I'd rather not know what's gotten into the City today, but I've disarmed at least a dozen rotting, moaning creatures since 6:00 AM, brushed past Boggle's oversized cousin at the beach on my morning run, and removed twenty-odd clumsily engineered traps from my places of business before returning home for a shower.
At the moment, I believe the fish Cal flushed when he was five is plotting revenge from the toilet. How it got there from South Carolina is a mystery that I fear will never be solved, though I'm impressed. Freddy's very active for a piranha that's been dead thirteen years.