That vibrating mouth of Mannequin’s was going again, puffing gas into the air, maybe to buy himself some breathing room from the dog.
Hey, Taylor, I’d actually be fine with you stuffing a bunch of insects into this mouth. Maybe if you stick enough in there, the corpses will clog the system?
I doubt he has a spitting functionality or a gag reflex, so he’d probably have to double over forwards in order to get them out.
“Bastard, stay,” I said. What commands had I heard Bitch give her dogs? “Off!”
Yes, good, speak the language he understands.
Couldn’t say whether Bastard obeyed or if he just didn’t want to attack anyways.
Heh, that’s fair.
I had to check twice to see that there wasn’t anything burning in Mannequin’s immediate vicinity. No stray garbage to ignite the gas, sadly enough.
Do you still have the matches?
I looked behind me, and saw that the flames were raging. Even the water’s surface was on fire. How? Had there been some chemical nearby, or something in the gas that transferred to the water’s surface?
Ooh…
Our avenue of retreat was shrinking.
Yes, but maybe it could be useful somehow?
I don’t know. I’m not the one making the awesome plans here.
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