Book 2, Chapter 002

Ean rushed up the stairs to Lieutz’ apartment, and burst in without bothering to knock.

Fifi was sitting on the back of Lieutz’ couch. And Lieutz was sitting on the couch itself, just where he had been when Ean had first met him. But now, Lieutz was sitting upright, legs crossed; hands held out to the sides, palms up. He was also the source of the strange, ceaseless screech.

“…eeeeee…”

“What the hell?!” Ean yelled over the noise.

“I WAS DESTROYING HIM,” Fifi hastily explained. “BUT HE WAS TOO DRUNK TO NOTICE. SO I DARED HIM TO GIVE UP ALCOHOL UNTIL YOU GOT BACK. AND WHEN HE SOBERED UP HE WENT INTO THIS PSYCHO TRANCE.”

“Wait, he took that dare?” Ean asked in surprise. “But he’s a total lush!”

“YEAH, WELL…HE WAS DRUNK WHEN I MADE IT. APPARENTLY THAT IMPAIRS JUDGEMENT. NOW PLEASE: SHUT HIM UP OR BE DESTROYED, PUNY ONE!”

Et Alia, Book 2: Black Magic, Secret Agents, Shakespearean Tragedies and Interoffice Dating

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