| *sniffs the air*
Splice (my sword), in a robotic, screeching erry tone: We must move onward! The master smells something... something bad!
*Lights up another cigarrette before pushing the party forward*
But suddenly, a large black beast that seems to be made of some sort of black goo erupts from the ground.
*Splice while shreeking: Its A Bodai!! Holy water you insolent fools!*
*Splice suddenly transforms back into a handle, which slides into hero's arm as hero morphs into a small sapling.* |