Ghurbill pow
-You. Fucking. Idiot.
Hrmpf
-What? How was i supposed to know that...
-You. Were supposed to have, FOLLOWED PROPER PROCEDURE.
-And not. Mixed two different potions. Neither of which you could properly Identify. TOGETHER! EVER
Yap yap, such a sap.
No fun for Ghurbill, not one little kidnap.
-Ghurbill! Are you even listening!
-You´ve caused us a proper mess, not even conjuring a mighty Shitstorm would let us escape off their radar this time.
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Shitstorm my ass. Inform thy mastah. Chloroform is useful, (dose appropriately) or bring a proper uniform
-Yeah, yeah. I know.
-Hey, Farly. Remember what we talked about last Megaparty?
-Dont!
-No, I have no recollection of that party. Or anything stupid that comes out of your looselipped, stupid, protruding, excrementfeeding blob of a thing you call head. Nor will I, EVER. You should thank you're guardian boy, because if she hadn´t been friends with my granduncle and
-Shutup, he's coming.
*Creak
Instinctively I shut my eyes and straighten my back. Musclememory acting upon the last few months of indoctrination and physical coercion we've endured under our, beloved, master.
Blinding light illuminates the room. Painfull even with my eyes shut tight.
-Hello minions.
It seemes you've been left unsupervised, for too long.
The light fades, remaining at a dusklike degree
-Master, there was an explosion earlier.
-Yes there was.
Squinting his eyes, glaring. The muscles around his eyes start twitching. The air between us wavering as in front of a forge.
-Are you about to tell me you had nothing, to do with it?
Shivers run down my spine, the cold sensation of death brushes over my shoulder
-No sir.
-Good.
The air returns to it's proper state, and masters face seems to relax. But only slightly
-What happened. Farleigh?
-Master, I accidently bumped into the Corrucolla solution when bringing some expermental fluids to
Farly collapsed like a rotten sack of tubers, well. Most of Farly went down. His head stayed precisely where it was. Levitating in the air. Mouth still moving.
It seems it took him a few seconds until he understood what was happening, shock and terror visibly racing across his face.
-Ok.
-Ghurbill. You've been promoted. You're now first of minions, remember to keep the others in line. I'll be back to check on you shortly.
Blood was intermittently gushing out of Farleighs Neck. When master and Farleighs Levitating head left the room. But my mind was racing with the implications of his words. There were others. And Farleigh wasn't with me
I sank to the floor muttering
-You shoulda trusted the Megaparty plan Farly. Farley. Fuckin Far-Laey.