...discover that what I'd been grabbing onto wasn't a couch, but an amazingly large and malformed spleen. My desperate grip on one of the grue's internal organs had a less-than-pleasant effect on the creature's digestive system, which decided it wanted me out of there as quickly as possible. Scant seconds later, I found myself flying out of the grue's nose at peak velocity. (Why out the nose, you ask? I honestly don't know. All I can say is that the mysteries of the grue digestive system are still largely unexplored, except by those who have seen them firsthand and, unlike myself, never returned to draw a map.)
With a sickening splat, I found myself glued to a cave wall by a generous coating of grue snot. As I tried to work my way loose, I could hear the grue shuffling closer, apparently not the least bit ashamed to come back for sloppy seconds. I only had the shortest of short times in which to react... |
