OKAY. THE #SUBSTANCE CLOUD IS BEGINNING TO DISSIPATE. I CAN SEE FURNITURE BEFORE I STUMBLE INTO IT AND BREAK MY POOR, FUMBLING PRONGS AGAIN. THIS IS NO LONGER AN ACTIVE BIOHAZARD SCENE. I AM READY TO REMOVE THE PERSONAL FILTRATION DEVICE SPONSORED BY... SIGH. @GUTSYGUMSHOE, CEO OF #CROCKERCORP. USE CODE #KARKALICIOUS AT CHECKOUT FOR 5% OFF ON YOUR NEXT MOBILE RESUSCITATION ORDER. AND KISS MY GRAY, PERKY, AEROSOLIZED TROPICAL FRUIT MIXED WITH ODOROUS SPRAYBEAST-SCENTED ASS. I FEEL LIKE SOME DISORIENTED, BESOTTED HARPFLAYER OUT OF AN OLD-WORLD MYTH. HAVING STUMBLED AIMLESSLY WITHOUT HOPE OR EQUILIBRIUM, DOOMED TO WANDER A STYGIAN, FOG-BLANKETED UNDERWORLD UNTIL MY SPONGE SNAPS IN HALF, I HAVE RETURNED TO THE REALM OF THE LIVING ONLY TO FIND THAT I RECOGNIZE NO STALK NOR STEM OF THE HIVE THAT I ONCE KNEW. AND MY FACE IS ABSOLUTELY *DRENCHED* IN MY OWN VAPOR. BLUH. OKAY. I AM VIOLENTLY PRYING MYSELF AWAY FROM CHITTR WITH A RUSTY DIVING KNIFE. MY DIGESTION SAC IS EMANATING SOUNDS THAT ONLY A FERAL EVISCERATOR WITH TOE BEANS BEAST WITH A THORN IN ITS STRUT POD WOULD MAKE. I NEED TO EAT SOMETHING. NOW. WELL, AT LEAST THE HUMAN REPRESENTATIVES OF THE TROLL KINGDOM HAVE *A* PUNY, SHRIVELED, MOLD-ENCRUSTED CRUMB OF GRATITUDE IN THEM. LOOKS LIKE THEY LEFT A CAKE AND SOME DRINKS. AFTER THE HIVESHIT MAGGOTS NIGHT I HAVE HAD, I WILL LET NO PAST, FUTURE, OR PRESENT ITERATION OF ME DENY THAT I DESERVE THIS. MIGHT GET BACK ON LATER, MIGHT NOT. SPEW ME A STREAM ABOUT IT.
You see? How difficult was that. :B