Speaking of Heather, though Maurice was frantically worried over his own skin, he was hoping and praying that his buddy was held up in traffic somewhere. He didn't want her walking in on this.
But then the bomb dropped and pulled him out of his thoughts. The thing's beak opened and a familiar voice came out. It called him by the name only one person called him. He stopped shivering and he stopped trying to draw his head into his body like a turtle. He was going to have to do something about this because Maurice Logic dictated that one of two things had happened:
a) This being was his friend to whom something horrible (and possibly his fault) had happened and now they had to go on some complicated adventure to reverse before the next full moon.
b) This thing ATE Heather and her voice was actually coming from inside it.
Through all his fear and pain, Maurice actually managed not to pick the stupider of the two.
"I'm either...really...really drunk or you're a giant chicken."
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But then the bomb dropped and pulled him out of his thoughts. The thing's beak opened and a familiar voice came out. It called him by the name only one person called him. He stopped shivering and he stopped trying to draw his head into his body like a turtle. He was going to have to do something about this because Maurice Logic dictated that one of two things had happened:
a) This being was his friend to whom something horrible (and possibly his fault) had happened and now they had to go on some complicated adventure to reverse before the next full moon.
b) This thing ATE Heather and her voice was actually coming from inside it.
Through all his fear and pain, Maurice actually managed not to pick the stupider of the two.
"I'm either...really...really drunk or you're a giant chicken."
Maurice felt dizzy.