It all happened so quickly…

I was engrossed in ’1000 Gruesome Deaths For Monsters’ folder when I became aware of an unearthly stench.  Suddenly, I was hit over the head with a rolled-up copy of The Bookseller and bundled into a swirling mass of gloop.  I woke up hours later in some sort of cave to find David Melling scratching at the wall with the end of a paintbrush and Baz Hutchison trying to start a fire with a couple of stiff worms.

If I can just work out where we are, I might be able to…  Oh no!  What’s that?  The staring eyes, the tentacles, the drool…  Aargh!

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