It feels to Raven like
he's walked out of his own dream when his senses suddenly come
rushing back at him and he realises his predicament. Hanging there
like a rag doll in the hands of a petulant child, scrutinised by the
two trolls.
“Unhand me at once,
you stupid lump of rock,” he shouts, but the trolls carry on
oblivious to his words.
“At Rocknipples69,
maybe we shud flame id,” Stonedildo continues, “Ged id nishe 'n'
crishpy.”
“Put me down, right
now,” Raven shouts, again to no avail.
“At Stonedildo wad
abad a nishe shoup,” Rocknipples suggests, “We ain't 'ad a nishe
shoup in ages.”
“No pots,” Raven
declares, “No flames, no soup. I am not on the menu.”
“At Rocknipples69,”
Stonedildo replies, “Is id trying to shpeak.”
“At Stonedildo,”
Rocknipples replies, “Ah don' know, Ah don' follow id.”
