Don’t worry, Rufus. It’s inside. Here. With us.
Um. Maybe I should rephrase that…
:: opens a wormhole into oblivion underneath the monstrosity ::
Who needs norsemen when you have absolute control over space and time? 
Can I come 
:: The creature abruptly drops from view, seemingly into the floor ::
:: a gusty wind disturbs the room ::
:: there is a pause ::
:: the creature appears again, falling from the ceiling ::
:: it lands with an unpleasant SPLUD sound, splattering the floor with gunk, and lies still ::
Well, at least it’s dead … or is it ? dun dun dunnnn …
Make it easy on yourself. Open another rift to oblivion underneath it and, after it falls through but before it exits, put a half-twist in the tunnel and join the outlet to the inlet.
I don’t care what Haldid to it, there’s no way it’ll get out of a Möbius rift!
I’d suggest doing the same thing to his lab, too. Those creations of his are getting out of hand. More importantly, they’re getting in the way of me finishing this book.
I go on one quick raid through Europe , and all Hells (yes all of them) break loose! The horde ai’t with me, but I do have this thing. I don’t know what it does, but I’m sure we’ll find out if I press this button…
:smack:
Shit.
DON’T PRESS THAT BU-
BZZZOWNNhicNTTTT!!!
wuh-BOUM
kreeeaakkkk rumble CRASH thud klank tinkle tinkle
[sub]ting[/sub]
-TTON.
nevermind.
Well, it looks like everything’s back to norbal.
Who’s up for some cribbage?
What, that button? That just operates the frappuccino machine.
Sheesh…the way some people overreact…“Oooo, it’s one of Hal’s creations, it must be a deathtrap…oooo!” :rolleyes:
Of course, it seems the lid wasn’t on properly, so now we have frappuccino mess everywhere. Not to worry, though…I see that that tentacle abomination thingy is slithering over to slurp up the mess. I sure the caffeine won’t have too much of an effect on it.
It’s… on… the… ceiling!!!
What? One of Hal’s creations? No, I found this some old bishop’s tomb. So either some one else, wierd abomination I’m lookin’ at you, turned on the frappuccino machine, or this bishop liked his caffine. Or maybe, it hust-- wait… what’s that noise?
Well, the caffeine seems to have shrunk the abomination to the size of a grape. Now somebody squish it so we can move on.
Hal, you got any leftover sturgeon? I could really go for a sturgeon and tonic.
Sorry, fresh out. But we do have a nice jug of this…
:: Hands Rufus a nicely stirred jynnan tonnyx ::
Actually, I prefer a Ouisghian Zodah. 
:: passes out Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters, the effect of which is like having your brains smashed our by a slice of lemon wrapped round a gold brick ::
Actually, women do that to me too…