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and headlamps upon their foreheads, and the
general mood was that of a piratical adventure
to dig up treasure-- in this case gigantic clams
the size of footballs. Unfortunately, clamming
has to be done at low tide and the smell was
ghastly, barely held at bay with the breeze and
the rain that was abating.
The passengers shot beams from their head-
lamps at random as they thrashed about on the
beach, until they heard a woman crying out
for help. At that moment all of the headlights
focused upon Phyllis, who loomed out of the
dark, scratched, bloodied, with ripped clothes
and wild, bramble-laden hair, screaming, and
alarmingly close. The shambling horror soon
followed, making a dreadful noise, and it flared
bright as all of the headlights focused upon the
pursuer. Its hand had another hand attached
to it, so it looked to have 10 fingers on her left Dark Willie decided to serve the newcomers to
hand, all extended and wriggling, closing like a
crab claw! Suddenly, all the shipmates formed
a panicked circle as they chased each other
around and around, screaming in terror, each
assuming the fellow in front of them knew
how to escape. Instead they formed a terror-
tornado. Phyllis saw this and took a deep breath
to yell. . .
Don chose to visit Joe’s surgical clinic to
have some leeches removed. Don was offered
all sorts of exciting spare body parts-- to be
attached to his body like hood ornaments. Don
chose instead to have the leeches preserved
and took them home to serve as pets, which is
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the latest craze among the skinny-jean hipster
crowd.
Brenda cried in dismay because she hates
drug cocktails and Dr. Joe must have adminis-
tered one when she came into his clinic to get
a third arm-- to help her with the workload
at her family business. Instead, Brenda got
an extra toe on the back of her heel, which
is just stupid and not what she ordered at all.
Brenda saw someone to whom she might be
able to complain, but Phyllis took off at a sprint.
Brenda tried to explain to Phyllis but the drugs
made her lips numb and all that would come
out were scary noises…she thinks… because her
ears were not working all that well either. Her
eyes, however, were working well enough to
see that she and Phyllis had picked up loads of
leeches from the muddy ditch. But, wow, was
she stoned! Everything on the beach looked like
Fantasia to her eyes. RAINBOWS AND WATER
FALLS! Brenda kept flicking her leech-fingers,
trying to make them fly off and hit Phyllis to
get her to turn around.
Tylor, AKA groundskeeper Dark Willie,
was annoyed. First by the flare from Joe
Frankenstein, his boss, summoning him to
the maze. Secondly he was annoyed that this
newest Brenda-beast had broken through the
neurotoxin thorn hedge, apparently so stoned
that she could not feel the burning pain due to
the drug cocktail overdose from the clinic. Dark
Willie hunted Brenda and found her talking
to some clam diggers on the beach, at which
point he decided to lead the clam diggers and
the new Brenda-beast to the cave where the
other beasts were trapped, untended and unfed.
the starving beasts in the cave so he could get
back to his video game, which was interrupted
by that darned flare.
Lynn shrieked when Phyllis crashed into her,
and recognized Brenda from a Toastmasters
meeting. Lynn collected some of the leeches
from Brenda and put them into a Petrie dish
with some seaweed-- to grow a fabric from
which she could make special socks with a toe-
hole at the heel. She also wanted to experiment
with the fabric and dye it. Lynn hoped that
this process might be a commercial success if
developed a little farther.
Serena wandered from the main group to