The Word Cloud

And yes I did get eaten but I wasn't puked out, I was poo'd out.

And, having just emerged from a Sloggoth's bottom, I'm rather stinky now. Is there anywhere I can have a shower?

Well, that was the Corpse Lickers. And now, back after a refreshing few pints of Uncle Weird's Compost Squeezings to do another set for your enjoyment/brain damage it's . . . Arnold Chunderbucket & the Morbid Humours!!!!! *Crowd goes wild*

And I see one of those hobgoblins has my bra on his head. I'd like it back please.

Marion! I was worried for a minute there. You're welcome to have a squelch in the Spawning Pool. The mud is very soothing.

But it's full of icky white stuff. And what are those disgusting little things that look like tadpoles? I'm sure that won't be good for me.

Bloody hobgoblins. Where's my blurglecruncheon? Ah, here it is. Right then, give me that bra or I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts, see if I don't!

And someone's left the Kama Sutra in here! And it's all soggy! EWWW.

Yes, bludgeon them to a pulpy mess then we can sit around with straws and slurp them up.

Could be worse, could be the Necronomicon - you'd never get the stains out.

It's their feelers I'm worried about.

Oh, you mean in the Pool, not in your bra. I think I've had one too many Tecquila & Cerebrospinal Fluids.

Yeah, those things will do that to you.

Yes, they come up through the drains, it's always a problem. We had someone in to sort the drains out, but he was just going through the motions.

Is it just me, or is this conversation going backwards?

It might need a plunger.

Wait, I'm confused. Did you mean where there feelers in my bra? Gosh I hope not. Let me just check to make sure....

Nope, no feelers. No suckers either. Whew. Thank goodness for that at least. I was almost worried there.

What, the conversation? You could be right.

Allow me to introduce a good fiend of mine, Amenhotep VII. He's our first-aider, not much of a conversationalist but he's always got plenty of bandages to hand.

Amenhotep: "Mmmmuuuuuurrrrh!"

hrrrruppupp stttteruuuuuuph fffffleeeeee wrrrruummmmmmm?

Amenhotep: "Ggggrrrrrmmmm. Hhhhhffffffglh."

Me: "I didn't know you could speak Mummyish!"

Of course I can. My mummy was mummish.

Amen says he wants to marry me. Tell Amen foooooook offfeeeeee.

Behave yourself, Amenhotep, you're not in Ancient Egypt any more.

Well, it's been a gas (*sniffs* hydrogen sulphide, I think) but I'm gonna have to go and regenerate now. Igor! Prepare the electrodes!

Goodnight, sweet dreamies. XXX

Nightsie night.

I pulled. I pulled the Minotaur's arm off. I went to shake his claw, and it just came off in my hand. He was remarkably decent about it and immediately sprouted a two-headed serpent in its place. But then he tripped over a ball of string and got a horn stuck right in Aspicondra's middle Bristol.

It's been emotional.