Part One Hundred Seventeen
Attack of the Bee-Orcs
The adventurers headed down the eastern hall that
was the most northern of the eastern halls. They came to a hedge row
in a giant cavern with a very, very high ceiling.
"Hey, Corky. I doubt Buster remembers your
battle cry. You should remind him." Dade was about to die.
That's foreshadowing again. "I think it was, 'We are all going
to die in here.'"
"Yeah, I think so too. I need a more memorable
one." Actually, Corky's catch phrase should have been Dade and
Rocko are going to die in here!
"Well, you can make it more personal, like
'Dade, you're going to die in here.'" Wow! I just said that!
And now Dade said that! It's like he knew what was about to happen
to him!
Turf and the others began working their way through
the indoor hedgerow maze. The hedges must have been made out of
mushrooms or something. The group started to go North but then had
to wait for an hour while Buster rememebered how to walk. A loud
Icelandic buzzing was also coming from the ceiling.
"Uh oh," helped Harry. Turf plugged his
ears.
"You're going to make me cry!" wailed
Buster like a girl. Buster may talk to fish and write stories but
he's nothing like me, Grunion Guy! What a dumb dumb! "Boo hoo."
As they walked through the hedgerow maze, Buster
sang a gay song. "Worried about that sounding buzz, Sure hope
it is not the fuzz. Throwing me outta my groove. Wish I'd remembered
how to move." Between the buzzing and the singing and the
amazing complexity of the maze, Turf led them all into a dead end.
And just at that moment, the biggest Bee-Orc they had ever seen
(because it was their first) came flying down from a hive in the
ceiling to kill them all! Or just Dade.
118. Human Behaviour
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