So this is the depths I’ve sunk to.
So low. So grime-y. I bathe in mud. I eat it. I roll in it. I’d swear by it.
“YOU THERE-ERE-ERE-R-R” ouch. “YOU SLIME WORM-ORM-OR” yowzaaeeoo!! whose shouting?
” It’s this! what do you say worm?”
I am baggered. Bliffled. goppled. Slopped. Aggrewaterrode-
“Cuz they are coming for you. They are, those bipeds, those weird ones who think they are so boffy and big-
they come to smash you-into a million little slushy pieces-
they will give a piece to every one of them-
they think it will save them y’see from their dreaded deaths. they think it will- you will- make them death-less-
“SO RUN. RUN. SWIM, WORM. GO FAR. BE FREE.EEEEeeeee.”