Los Chimpos Ride Again
You look around and, seeing that nobody is paying attention to you or the octopus, you swing your right leg back and give the creature a mighty kick...
Or, at least, you try.
The octopus slides aside and your foot swings through the air. The momentum causes you to lose balance and you land on your plump arse.
"Oi, fucker," the octopus says, sliding onto your body. "What's your fucking game, then?"
You lash out with a fist, catching one of the tentacles in your hand, and yell triumphantly.
"You wanker!" the octopus yells, heaving itself onto your face and smothering your mouth and nose. "I'll teach you to attack a poor, harmless octopus!"
You struggle and try to drag the octopus away from your face but to no avail.
"You're fucking dead, pal," the octopus mutters. "Get Harry Nutfinch, they said. He'll solve the case, they said. Cunts."
For you, the adventure is over.
Or, at least, you try.
The octopus slides aside and your foot swings through the air. The momentum causes you to lose balance and you land on your plump arse.
"Oi, fucker," the octopus says, sliding onto your body. "What's your fucking game, then?"
You lash out with a fist, catching one of the tentacles in your hand, and yell triumphantly.
"You wanker!" the octopus yells, heaving itself onto your face and smothering your mouth and nose. "I'll teach you to attack a poor, harmless octopus!"
You struggle and try to drag the octopus away from your face but to no avail.
"You're fucking dead, pal," the octopus mutters. "Get Harry Nutfinch, they said. He'll solve the case, they said. Cunts."
For you, the adventure is over.
