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This is the layeriest realm
Home of the damned
Poorly lit, malodorous, polluted
Gurgles of unsettling noise
Good-natured realms-trotting Old Writer covering realms best to worst, worst to last
This is the last/In Cab-E, Borg9 driving
“Absolutely the pits”, the writer noted non-copiously
This gangrenous-ness?
Ooh, I’ll take you to The Headsplosion Zone
Traveling through the HZ, they pontificated on the moving landscape outside Cab-E and where it falls on The Horror Spectrum
This is the lairiest layer within the Real Place where evil things happen forever, like Hell’s Breakroom
After the HZ, then seeing all that cannibalism, the Old Writer pleaded for a break
Plot in play, now
Selectman Potato Smalls spots ‘em refueling and gazing at a flaming pile of discarded horror loop devices: Hey, Old Writer, I love your work
Let the audience know about Sector Sweet
Go there, but don’t believe the Realm Dwellers
They’ll suck you in with their lies
Borg9 interrupts: Don’t listen to the misguided weasel; I’ll show you what he’s done
This is the Larry-est layer
Most Larrys of the Damned are here in this layer
Stuck here in this layer
They will call you Mr. Pulitzer
I like the sound of that
There goes Larry twitchin’ and glitchin’
His atoms lining up with atoms of dungeon walls being absorbed by them then ripped back out to start over
My horror loop is set at 10 in, 10 out
Can you double it, buddy?
Now that I have time to talk to you, I didn’t play ball after the squeeze
I was framed for small potatoes
Potato Smalls was just a little too late
Spilt beans
In an incompetent panic, he’s accidentally switchin’ position on the horror looper
Them ditchin’
This is the leeriest, perhaps most layful, layer
Residents wary of nightmares where they picked wrong in The Hallway of Exits
All three headed to the famous HO-EX, where never-ending wrongs, except the third one on the left after two rights and a left turn after a straight thirty miles at first
Borg9, leaning out Cab-E: So long
Desperate, A Few Atoms Short of Larry of the Damned rushes for the first door, opens it, crosses through into the poisonous ooze
Face is boiling a bit
The writer pulls him out
Borg9 leads them out
Parting: How ya gonna end this story?
Shortly, Larry: Riding my new free Ski-Doo from Potato Smalls, thanks buddy
Driving it home, Borg9: If you do evil upon mankind, it will turn itself on you
I won’t choose evil and I’ll write words that mean the feeling in that cat poster
Said rightly
Gone