[Sal the Mudokon]

Chapter 6.111749 to the third power times the root of 1/4.

The tale of love, deceit, and fine quasine continues...

And so Hans and the other guy waited through the night, Hans's hands firmly planted over his eyes to hide him from the horror...Sven's hands firmly planted over his ass after his last animal encounter.
"We're gonna have to make a run for it!" said Hans. Just as the words pustulated from his rotten mouth, a scrab noticed them and began to charge. Hans, in shock, grabbed Sven's hand to bring him with him (where-ever he was planning on running). The scrab was only about a meter from the pair when Hans accidentally pulled Sven's finger. With an explosion, a danish and scrab cake scented flatulant escaped from Sven's destructively-dangerous derrier. After the smoke cleared, the vykkers looked on the carnage of the unconsious scrabs. Hans couldn't say a word. Sven was cracking up.
"Now that'th what I call 'Safety'!" giggled Sven.
"We should probably get away before these wake up," said Hans, still in shock.
"Ith that what I think it ith?" asked Sven. Hans turned around to find that Sven was pointing to a monstrous structure. It was the remains of the lab.
"How did we miss that?" asked Hans.
"I don't know, but it lookth like the thcrabth were trying to make a model of our lab. AND IT LOOKTH LIKE SHTHIT! Hahaha!"
"You're an idiot, you know that?" said Hans.
"Ya know, I think that'th what dat intern wath tryin to thay when I let thothe fuzzelth into da R+D room!"
The vykkers continued into the lab... the danish never felt closer.


I wanted to put more, but thats enough, your turn morgan!