Morgan Freeman's Organ Demons

>Run into the Magic School Bus.

There're no busses here, but hey... There is a Lincoln Continental screaming down the squishy trout-colored road about to crash into you! Before you can react it's nearly upon you; there's no way you'll be able to dodge it in time!

> You need an ally in here. Out here? What?

A nearby tapeworm lunges at you, knocking you out of the Continental's path and probably saving your life. The pair of you tumble a short, slimy distance before stopping.



The tapeworm rights itself and looks down at you, nonplussed.

"Don't just stand around like that in the middle of broad daylight... you'll get yourself killed! Don't you know this is Special K's turf?"

You cannot imagine how a cereal that is both nutritious and great tasting can stake a claim of land ownership. But then again, you don't know where you are, or how long you've been out cold. Your head's been a sloshing gulf ever since you've woken up. So you ask:

"Special K's turf... just where am I?"



Above, a very angry, very fleshy mass of vascular demon scowls at you. You of course don't notice it until it screeches out "You haven't heard the last from Special K! There's more where that came from!" and flies off.

Presumably this wasn't just some accidental near-hit-and-run then.

"Sooo... Was that Special K?"

The tapeworm shakes what you're pretty sure is its head. "No, that was just one of his agents. A lieutenant tissue demon that does his dirty work."

"As for where you are, well... We call it Freemanistan, although the demons have taken to calling it Panorganeum since they moved in. Look, we should probably go back to my place if you want to talk: it's obviously dangerous around here, especially since it sounds like Special K's got it out for you specifically."