A madcap romp, wherein alimentary notions are analyzed -
right on down the line.
| Contentedly ruminating over
cottage fries and cottage cheese, Perry Stalsis took over.
"Down!," he cried, suddenly taken with himself, "Down into the caverns; the dark, moist, warm regions await, and we are no match for the flashing, smashing, grinding white of this diner!"
So down they went. Cottage (both fries and cheese) sped slickly down, driven by the force of Perry's impetus.
Arriving eventually in the
dark caverns below, they found their resolve dissolving into an acidic
sea of acerbicism (or what might be called acerbicity?).
Once again, Perry's force moved their otherwise irresolute forms into motion. Somewhat more disorganized than before, they moved downward into the tunnel.
For a seeming eternity, they slowly wound their way through the crazily winding length of tunnel. It was as though they were in the interstices of a madman's conception of the Holland Tunnel (Southern Annex, of course), but, fairly undaunted, onward they went.
Internal dissension broke out, and flew as a wind before them; whither they knew not, nor even cared. Yet, they followed in its wake, scenting its eager expansion in their eroding sensibilities.
At last, there seemed to
be a ray, no, a glimmer, of hope shining ahead.
"Hurry!," cried Perry Stalsis, the only one seemingly still possessing the force of his will. "This is it! Our escape lies ahead!"
Forward they sped, packing hard close in their precipitous haste. And well it was that they did, for they were able quickly to pass by the fiery-red exit of the tunnel, only to fall, willy-nilly, into a cold pool of water.
Looking back, they saw the fiery-red tunnel exit being occluded; a loud rush of water hit, and they were draw down deep into the dark by some hard, sucking force!