We went to the beach. Amara called me beef curtains. What a bitch.
Blathnat and I went skinny dipping. Giant chicken monster showed up and killed us all. Sent us somewhere...
We met Cluckien at the River Strips in Limbo. He is going to take us to Cluckhalla. It’s where you go when you die. Bummer. Blathnat asked, “Why do men over 30 like birds?” Because their relationships have gone stale says this guy... Blathnat thought it’s because little boys like dinosaurs.
He also said that Cluckhalla is wonderful. We’ll be there forever. Most start the day by pecking at the ground for a few hours until lunch and then switch to pecking at grass. On Fridays they eat corn. It was implied that we will turn into chickens when I asked if it was a problem we don’t have beaks. No one’s ever left Cluckhalla before according to Cluckien.
Amara had a panic attack. She was really worried she’d lose her job. I told her she most assuredly had because Be’bop is a bitch.
Steven greeted us. He used to be a sea serpent. He let us know that turning into a chicken is a horribly painful transformation. Wait till your arms and legs to blow off and you turn into an egg. And you get a free Viking hat. It rains corn on Fridays. He played chicken with Blathnat. She won. I called him a bitch. He said, “What do you expect? I’m a chicken.”
We knocked on the door of the oracle’s house and asked if there was a way to leave so that Amara could go back to work. “What is it you do that is more important than eating corn on Fridays?” said the incredulous oracle. Amara created a block and tackle and tried to fish with it. She caught a lobster. There was a lot of talk about corn side dishes.
There is a portal at the very top of the tree that leads up into the clouds. It will take us back, as long as we don’t die here. If we die, we are stuck.
We started climbing the inside of the tree and were swarmed by little chicks and one big bat winged bastard. I got stung and started turning into an egg. I tried to hold on, but...