Part One Hundred Twenty One
There's More To Life Than This
Turf put his card away in a safe place so the
corners wouldn't get bent and continued on. Everyone followed him
through the maze. Except for Rocko and Corky who were still in the
boner hallway. Buster sang while they journeyed. "Oh, poor Mr.
Orc-Bee. How was it supposed to be? Flying with your Buckler, I mean
Bucklest high. Not knowing how soon you'd die." Turf
immediately led them into another dead end and they were attacked by
another Bee-Orc! Exciting!
"Run!" panicked Turf. "I mean,
Attack!"
"Turf, you can kill it!" Harry was pep
squad leader in Magick Guy College.
Turf once again began beating the Bee-Orc across the
face with his Big Sword. "Yah!"
"Crap accident!" yelled Buster who pooped
his pants for the second time this day. He sang as he cleaned
himself up. "Change my pitch up. Smack my bitch up. Change my
pitch up. Smack my bitch up." What a song stealing loser.
While everyone was distracted by Buster's stinky
misadventure, the Bee-Orc wooped down and stung Dade right in the
face! His face swelled up like a big swollen face! The Hero tried to
save the day but he'd already saved the day yesterday. Which
probably doesn't make much sense and maybe he should have been able
to save the day again. But being Year Alphabeta, he wasn't able to
and Dade died like I'd been saying he was going to. He fell to the
ground and his Crystal Vial rolled out of his hand and fell to the
ground also but he didn't whisper 'Rosebud'.
"Dibs!" yelled Buster caringly.
"Now he won't have to fight the Cyclops,"
pointed out Turf in a sweet display of mourning and tenderness.
"He took the easy way out," agreed Harry
compassionately.
"He was a Sneaky Guy," remembered Turf
fondly.
"So maybe the Orc-Bee isn't our friend after
all," concluded Buster who suddenly couldn't care less about
burying people in the dungeon because there was a Crystal Vial to
steal off of the corpse.
Turf, enraged that his companion who could unlock
all the chests filled with the best treasure had been killed, sliced
the Bee-Orc in half on the very next blow.
"Yay!" cheered Buster, having led pep
squad in grade school. "I hate stoopid Orc-Bees now. They
killed Dade."
"You bastard!" finished Harry
appropriately.
122. Hunter
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