Tidings of great grief from the Cottage.
"He's floating again," the Creatrix said, peering into Humbaba's murky tank.
"He's definitely coming for you," I told the Wolverina, who has seen her fate in the eyes of the crayfish. The Wolverina shuddered.
"Guys...Guys..." The Mad Scientist said in consternation. "Guys, I think he's dead..."
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