The beast was dragon like in shape, with spikes all over its body that glowed bright green and big yellow wings. It swooped down and opened its mouth very wide. The gathering expected it to blow fire, but instead it began to suck like a vacuum!
Blarg: I'm going in!
Saros: What?!
Ronan: Don't be a big macho idiot!
Lammy: You'll get killed!
Blarg jumped high into the air and spread out his wings. The beast then sucked Blarg up and tried to chew on him, but Blarg shot fire into his mouth. The beast screamed in anger and Blarg jumped down his throat.
Saros, Lammy, Ronan and Geeble began to use their attacks on the outside while Blarg was inflicting pain inside.
Then the creature yelled...
Creature: I surrender! Please, stop! I surrender!
Blarg then sliced his way out of the creatures' cheak and hopped down with his friends.
Blarg: So, you surrender?
The whole gathering then spread out their hands, ready to attack.
The beats gulped.
Creature: Yes, I do! Don't hurt me anymore!
The gathering stood down and Geeble began to speak to his friends.
Geeble: *to the gathering* This is just a baby Warlum, but still very dangerous. It is very stupid, but loyal at the same time and easily swayed. If we brought it to our side, it would be a powerful ali.
Geeble then stretched forth his staff and healed the baby Warlums' wounds.
Geeble: *to the baby Warlum* We are indeed sorry for hurting you, but we had very little choice left when you trapped us here.
Baby Warlum: I'm sorry. I just wanted to play.
Geeble: We can play. We have a very fun game that I'm sure you will enjoy.
Baby Warlum: Really?
Saros joined in.
Saros: Yes, it's called "The quest for Galathon" and it is very fun. All you have to do is take us to Galathon and kill all the shadow men on the way!
Baby Warlum: Oooooh! That sounds like fun! Shadow men are very tasty! We can leave right now! You guys can sit between my spikes. Even though my spikes are rough, my skin is very soft and perfect for travel. My father used to be paid for transporting soldiers in the old war, so I know how to do this.
The baby Warlum then took a deep breath and its spikes lowered into his skin with five spikes left for hand holds.
Ronan: Whooo! I want shotgun!
-oddguy