173. sunk steven, deeply daned

pitch in or pool it we’ve got to get HIM — whatever he looks like, i’m sure ronald will everything, all of it, extract out the leopard liz, bear, gink, whatever, and force him to rapture it

ginkgo bear freeze has been chained with mclean who somehow survived from the plague — last we seen the hybrids were howling to sick him or drown him, send him off quick to a star without ground, it’s

a piteous sight, how far they’ve declined, these desperate downers were dragged in a line through bees and protestors, circus tent jesters shouting mean things and making rude gestures

mclean was thrown down before bill who was now a hero who’d saved the hybrids (and how!) — a general, a jerk, they gave him a bird, the cock named confucius obeyed every word

gods are alone by gods judged (supposed), but pirates and brigands are bill’s to atone, and what he decided, mclean be divided, and stuffed into pockets and then set alight, it’s

grisly, the scene, because marshall mclean is strong and quite frankly he wasn’t too keen, the the signposts, the elk, the rhesus him held while constantine camel cut off with his head

now that’s all over the rats were reported, the last of them leaving on boats to a forest where nothing can live, trees, sure, that is, but soon they would starve and that would be it

except for the store, mclean’s from before, the carpet emporium, enraptured in whole — bill gave it to morton now who started to make of it robots anew

but back to the bees, and ginkgo bear freeze awaiting his judgement from far and the beef — how can you compel a god of his will to create the cause of his downfall (or fell)? (cont.)