RE: Tonguewizard And The Journey For The Perfect Instrument
06-30-2012, 03:05 AM
Tonguewizard quickly realized that if only he had a snake, he could swing it over and grab the ladder from here. Unfortunately, the viper nest was near the end of the obstacle course, well past the ladder.
Before he could reflect further on this problem, the doppelganger attacked. Tonguewizard dodged quickly, and was able to take a closer look at the doppelganger. He was unnerved to see a perfect copy of himself, but with one crucial and terrifying difference.
The false Tonguewizard had a Japanese monkey's face. A drunken Japanese monkey face.
Tonguewizard had heard many tales of the drunken Japanese monkey face. He had heard that it could lick your feet, and if it did, it would steal your toes and also your soul.
Then Tonguewizard realized that he was a tongue and didn't actually have feet.
On the other hand, he was a tongue, and the drunken Japanese monkey face was attached to a doppelganger of him. With a larger tongue at its command, could the monkey face steal his soul regardless?
As Tonguewizard pondered where to find a snake and how to fight this terrifying new foe, he heard the roar of the car's engine grow louder. It would be here soon, and when it arrived, he would have to face a mummified Bill Cosby, his archnemesis Archibald Nemesis, and a strangely familiar pebble.
Where had he seen that pebble before, anyways?
And how was he going to get out of this?
Before he could reflect further on this problem, the doppelganger attacked. Tonguewizard dodged quickly, and was able to take a closer look at the doppelganger. He was unnerved to see a perfect copy of himself, but with one crucial and terrifying difference.
The false Tonguewizard had a Japanese monkey's face. A drunken Japanese monkey face.
Tonguewizard had heard many tales of the drunken Japanese monkey face. He had heard that it could lick your feet, and if it did, it would steal your toes and also your soul.
Then Tonguewizard realized that he was a tongue and didn't actually have feet.
On the other hand, he was a tongue, and the drunken Japanese monkey face was attached to a doppelganger of him. With a larger tongue at its command, could the monkey face steal his soul regardless?
As Tonguewizard pondered where to find a snake and how to fight this terrifying new foe, he heard the roar of the car's engine grow louder. It would be here soon, and when it arrived, he would have to face a mummified Bill Cosby, his archnemesis Archibald Nemesis, and a strangely familiar pebble.
Where had he seen that pebble before, anyways?
And how was he going to get out of this?