Clearly the most important after-giant chicken post ever.

[things_go_boom]

EWWWWWWWW!

THAT WAS SO GROSS!

And uh, is everyone okay, I guess. The dead chicken gel appears to heal the up anything that got turned to stone, my nose is fine now. BUT IT SMELLS SO BAD.

Comments

[miss_dreavus]

I suppose it's a blessing that I don't need to breathe. Still, a foul odour is a more than acceptable replacement for that beast, isn't it?

[things_go_boom]

I'm not sure which is worse, even after two showers I still have the smell up my nose!

[miss_dreavus]

I'm sure you'll get used to it.

[things_go_boom]

[After going to the bathroom twice, Lash does not agree.]

I can't eat anything without it smelling like dead, rotting garbage. I think I might ask Rhys to freeze my nose or something.

[miss_dreavus]

[Ssssob Lash don't talk to Blacky about food. All that delicious terror at the hands of chickens... WILL SHE EVER TASTE IT AGAIN? She can only hope.]

At that rate you may as well have just kept your nose turned to stone. Can't you breathe through your mouth?

[things_go_boom]

[Hey Lash can provide good enough terror with the right elements]

I didn't want something that heavy weighing me down! It's not the same and makes it harder to breath in any case or eat properly.

[miss_dreavus]

You'll just have to suffer through it, then. You poor dears.

[things_go_boom]

Don't you have a nose in your human form?

[miss_dreavus]

Yes. But I only need to breathe as much as I need to form words when I speak.

[things_go_boom]

...wow that's kinda really creepy.

...I wonder if you could withstand space. Or would your body explode...

[miss_dreavus]

I'm dead. What do you expect?

I would like to visit the moon again. Although I'd rather not risk my body exploding...

[things_go_boom]

...I'll see what I can do. It could be a fun little adventure.

[miss_dreavus]

[BUT WILL THEY MEET A CIVILIZATION OF TINY SPACE UMBREONS]

[things_go_boom]

[Yes. With tiny, adorable space helmets. And a space dog Umbreon house]