Reunion

You decide that you'd rather kill yourself than hang around with a bunch of English alien half-breed children in a gay bar. You take down what remains of the ale in your mug and set it down on the table before turning around and walking away.

No one notices that you are leaving, but this does not surprise you due to your transparent state. It is rare that anyone notices you at all...

You walk through the door onto the sidewalk outside. The ground begins shaking benieth your feet and you look up just in time to see a giant human foot come down on the bar and crush it.

You thank God that you decided to leave when you did. You begin to doubt the Mummy's intellect in regards to inviting the fifty foot woman when you hear her booming voice above.

"Drat. Double shit!", she says. "I've ruined the whole damn party!"

Then she turns around and leaves the area, destruction trailing in her wake.

You walk back to the hotel shaking your head. Part of you is upset with the suddent death of your friends while another part of you is thankful that you made it out a live.

Predominately, however, you are thankful that those fucking Village of the Damned kids are dead. Fucking bastards.
End Of Story