Nov 19, 2015 8:27 am
Frank, his dream of fighting dust bunnies realized more completely than ever he imagined it would be, looks about at the devastation of the train, the demonic ritual, the attacks of snakes, and the crushed body of Thomas Edison. The scabrous remains of the Dust Bunny twitch and fragment. Frank observes the scuttling creatures that form from the pieces with interest, but since they are not dust bunnies, he lets them go, demonic blood beasts scuttling in all directions like so many crabs.
Drawing some curtains from the windows of the caboose, Frank fashions for himself a velvet kilt and considers whether he will stay this size so as to get to civilzation faster, or change once more.
Drawing some curtains from the windows of the caboose, Frank fashions for himself a velvet kilt and considers whether he will stay this size so as to get to civilzation faster, or change once more.