His eyes did this weird craze loopy thing, the kind you
see in cartoons and find mildly amusing but not that much. Lungs filled with
oxygen shrunk in his massive dino chest and he dry heaved a few times in a
dramatic fashion. Tiny arms flapped about, his scaly tail slapped the ground
and with that, the ground crumpled and before him he viewed the world as MJ saw
it. All fucked up and shit.
It was as if he had once again been transported by that
annoying hippie lion on that rug, to this craze place with a molten magma
creature with neked bits and MJ pressed down as flat as one could be without
turning into a pancake, or a mouse pad, or something else ridiculously flat.
“MJ! I do suggest you make some attempt to get away!”
His voice carried strangely over to her ears and she
gasped in relief and surprise and possibly fear of gigantic magma molten lava
man thing.
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